The moonlight glinted off her dark hair as she tipped her face toward the sky. Her silver eyes fluttered shut, and a slow, gentle smile spread across her lips. At that moment, she looked simply ethereal. I felt as if I were the mere mortal, basking in the presence of the divine, and Celeste was the moon herself.
Celeste sighed happily and fished something out of her pocket. She reached back as she turned to face me, pulling her hair up into a messy bun and revealing the crescent moon birthmark where the neck met her shoulder line. All Handmaiden witches wore such a mark, here or there, but it was usually hidden beneath their clothes. That Celeste’s mark was so prominent only added to her beauty.
I closed the gap between us, possessed by her beauty. She opened her eyes, looking over and s
