Luna.
Exactly as Samantha remembered, and not at all.
Her hair was darker now, streaked with silver that hadn't been there before, her beauty sharpened by something quieter, heavier.
But her eyes—those brilliant, ageless eyes—were the same. They flicked over them once, twice, and softened in a way that undid Samantha completely.
"My dear friends," she said, rising to greet them, and Samantha was struck by the genuine warmth in her voice. "I wondered when you'd come to see me."
Samantha laughed, half-choked, half-relieved. "Luna." She crossed the room to embrace her.
Kai strode forward next, pulling her into a hug without hesitation. "Thought you'd gone boring on us," he teased.
"Boring?" she repeated with mock offense. "Darling, running a supernatural nightclub is anything but boring. Though I will say, not having to clean up after you four every other week has done wonders for my peace of mind."
Marcus shook his head, but his mouth curved faintly.
