Luna’s first thought when she saw Knox shirtless was this is a terrible idea.
Her second thought was and I’m definitely going to do it anyway.
He stood at the center of Mira’s warded ritual circle, quiet, steady, barefoot, and shirtless, like a sacrifice from a fantasy novel—if sacrifices had six-pack abs and an aura of “I will absolutely kill anything that touches you.”
“Why does he look like that?” Saffy whispered beside her.
“Like what?” Luna muttered.
“Like a forest god that bench presses boulders for fun.”
“Because life is unfair.”
Knox caught her staring. He didn’t smirk. Just held her gaze with those amber-gold eyes that saw too much and said too little.
Mira knelt beside a glowing altar stone, sketching precise runes in blood-colored ink.
“This isn’t just a bond ritual,” s
