"Future Luna." He stepped closer, his hands finding her waist. "I want to hear you say it again."
Dorothy's cheeks burned, but she held his gaze. "Future Luna."
-Our title,- Palette purred with satisfaction. -It suits us.-
Magnus exhaled slowly, like he'd been holding his breath for years. "Do you know how long I've dreaded that word? Luna. Always associated with some political arrangement, some stranger the Elders would choose for me."
"And now?"
"Now it sounds like the best thing I've ever heard." His forehead dropped to rest against hers. "Because it's you."
Dorothy's throat tightened with emotion she couldn't quite name. "We still have three weeks. The bond might not..."
"It will." Magnus's certainty was absolute. "Timber has known since the moment I pieced your Valentine back t
