Luna’s POV
My eyes keep closing as the car moves smoothly through the darkened streets, the rhythmic hum of the tyres against the asphalt acting like a lullaby. Celeste is chattering away somewhere in the background, her voice a warm, muffled buzz, but I can’t make out what she’s saying anymore. I sigh heavily, I had such a good night, it was fun . . . everything was fun . . . my friends are so nice . . . I love them.
‘Yeah, we love you too Luna,’ Rory laughs from beside me, her gentle amusement forcing me to c***k open my heavy eyelids again to look at her blurry face illuminated by the dashboard lights.
‘How did you hear my thoughts?’ I mumble in confusion, y tongue feeling thick and uncooperative in my mouth.
‘Because you said it out loud,’ Rory replies, keeping her eyes on the road
