Luna was leaving the federal courthouse when she saw him. Marcus Stone stood by the steps, looking older and more worn than she remembered. His government-issued suit was wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and difficult choices.
"Luna," he called out as she walked past. "Please. I need to talk to you."
Luna stopped, her divine consciousness immediately detecting the turmoil in Marcus's emotional state. Fear, guilt, determination, and something that might have been genuine remorse swirled around him like a storm.
"I have nothing to say to you," Luna replied coldly. "You made your choice when you decided to spy on me for two years."
"I made my choice when I sent you that intelligence about Montana," Marcus said urgently. "Luna, I'm here be
