"My feet hurt" I snap to nobody in particular as we walk to the salon "Then take those death traps off" Apollo tells me as we walk together arm in arm "I don't want to be late" I respond.
"They won't mind dear, you're the Luna" Selia voices from behind me, as her male comes beside me gently bringing me over to a bench "Sit" he tells me, I grumble but obey "I'll look like an i***t" I say but don't complain when Nolan removes my boots, letting my sore and swollen feet breathe.
Nolan shakes his head "Has my son not been massaging your feet?" he asks "He has but nothing will keep this swelling away" I say smiling when I think back to just last night when Adonis had been ever so softly massaging my feet as I was eating chocolate and watching a sappy romance and crying - a common occurrence at
