FREYA POV
Dinner tonight was different. It didn't feel like a meal in a cold mansion; it felt like a home. Ben was in a rare, playful mood, cracking jokes about how he learned his cooking secrets from watching Ratatouille. He and Luna spent the half the night "dragging" each other, with Luna insistently telling him that the cartoon rat probably had better seasoning skills.
It was easily one of the best dinners I’ve ever had. Diana was back, so the whole "family" was finally sitting together at the table. I realized then that Luna was the glue holding this strange group together. She had this way of making everyone soften, getting them all to come down to her level—everyone except "Uncle Hulk," who remained his usual mysterious self.
I kept glancing toward Steve’s wing of the house. I wa
