Luna found me before breakfast.
This was, I had come to understand, her specific timing for things that mattered — before the compound had fully assembled itself, before the day had organized its demands, in the specific window where she could knock on a door and find the person rather than the schedule.
She knocked on my kitchen door.
I opened it.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
"You already know," I said.
"I've known since yesterday," she said. "Through the bond. And then Cole told me, except Cole didn't tell me, he said — and I'm quoting — *the bond quality has changed* and then looked at me and waited for me to finish the sentence, which I did, because I always finish sentences." She held my gaze. "I've been waiting twenty-four hours to come to you properly."
"Twenty-four ho
