The reflected Book stayed closed for the rest of the evening.
No warnings.
No names appearing in blood.
No ancient power trying to turn dinner into a catastrophe.
Luna checked it three times anyway.
The third time, Darius caught her.
“You’re staring at it.”
“I’m just making sure it’s still quiet.”
“It was quiet five minutes ago.”
“A lot can happen in five minutes.”
Darius leaned against the library doorway, arms folded.
“You’re waiting for something to go wrong.”
Luna looked down at the blue-edged Book.
“Yeah.”
The answer came easily.
Darius’s expression softened.
“Me too.”
She glanced at him.
“You hide it better.”
“I’ve had more practice.”
“That isn’t necessarily good.”
“No.”
He crossed the room and stopped beside her.
The library was dim except for the fire and two
