A light brighter than thought, as if the universe blinked. My jaw dropped. "What are you doing Rachel?" I asked as I looked at her, her dress gone for a nightgown. And not just any nightgown—one that seemed designed specifically to make men forget how to breathe properly. It was a whisper of silk in a shade of pale gold that complemented her hair and left very little to the imagination.
'Wow, you may be the first guy getting jumped by a Saintess,' Luna said in my mind, but I could feel her telepathic voice trembling with something between amusement and disbelief. There was a note of impressed surprise there too, as if even she hadn't expected Rachel to be this bold.
