Luna raised her brows. "Ooooooohhhh," she whispered, dragging the sound out with theatrical surprise. "She was really looking forward to that, wasn't she? That explains the seven death glares I have been getting."
"She's furious," Ravena replied dryly.
Luna tilted her head toward where Jane stood off to the side, trying her best to look dignified but failing miserably to hide her pout.
"Does this have anything to do with my arrival?" Luna asked, suddenly serious.
"No," Ravena said. "I made a mistake. I told him about Damien's impending death."
Luna turned to her mother so fast it nearly disrupted the ceremonial silence. "What? You knew?"
Ravena nodded slowly, regret flickering across her usually composed face. "Your father told me before he died. He said Damien told him everything. About the curse. About the bond. About the mark."
Luna's throat tightened.
