Alaric’s POV
I leaned against the doorframe, watching Claire as she lounged on the bed, her eyes following Luna’s every movement with a curious intensity. Claire always had a way of studying people, as if she could read them better than anyone else.
Right now, her attention was fixed on the way Luna meticulously smoothed out the sheets, her hands gliding over the fabric with practiced precision.
“You know,” Claire said, her voice light and conversational, “I’ve always admired the way Luna works. So precise, so focused. It’s like she’s putting a little piece of herself into everything she does.”
Luna didn’t respond. Her face remained impassive, but I could see the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she pressed her lips together as if holding back a retort.
Luna had been close
