Chapter Fourteen
The sun that beamed into my eyes the next morning — er, afternoon — was like a hammer to my skull.
I stumbled into the living room, and Flora giggled at me. She held a steaming mug of coffee in both hands and Luna was still curled up in her lap. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear neither of them had moved from the last time I saw them.
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” Flora said. “I take it last night was tough?”
“You could say that,” I said.
“Raina does have a reputation for high expectations. How about some coffee?” Flora asked as she stood up from the couch, careful to avoid disturbing Luna, and fluttered into the kitchen.
“I’d love some. And it looks like her expectations of direct descendants of Lilith are even higher,” I said.
“Say what?” Luna asked, her hea
