Blackwood woke before dawn.
Not because of danger.
Because Mason had decided weddings apparently required "organized enthusiasm."
Luna woke to loud knocking.
Then louder knocking.
Then—
“Luna!”
She buried her face deeper into the pillow.
“No.”
“It's an emergency.”
She opened one eye.
“What kind of emergency?”
“The flowers disagree with Evelyn.”
Silence.
Then Evelyn's voice drifted through the door.
“The flowers are fine.”
“They're emotionally distant.”
“They're flowers.”
“They could try harder.”
Luna laughed before she could stop herself.
“You're both impossible.”
“Are you awake?” Mason asked hopefully.
“No.”
“You answered.”
“I regret it.”
The footsteps finally disappeared.
Luna closed her eyes again.
The door quietly opened.
Amara slipped inside carrying two mu
