Luka's POV
The moon is taunting me. After so many evenings filled with waves of darkness, tonight is the night the stars come out wink, and glimmer in their own celestial dance as if they are celebrating.
My hands tighten around the glass of brandy in my hand as my eyes narrow on the constellations that appear to dazzle more tonight than any other night. My gaze draws to Lupus in particular, the very first constellation I ever learned to look out for as a child.
And instead of feeling a sense of serenity, I am jealous.
Jealous that Lupus is complete, and I am not because the only star that can complete me is hanging outside in chains, probably watching the night stars mock her too.
“How long are you going to nurse the same glass in your hand? Look the ice has even melted."
I glance
