“All I ask,” Lily says, “is that you always treat Luna like she’s your moon, your stars, your entire galaxy, like she’s every fragile and mighty thing.” It’s the easiest thing anyone could ask of me. “I will,” I breathe. “Now…” She picks up her coffee mug and takes a tiny sip. “What’s your ship name? Because I keep seeing ‘dirty duo’ and that doesn’t sound magical enough for a ‘Luna and Donnelly’ pairing.” I laugh into a grin. “Been thinking the same thing.”
