Magnus groaned dramatically and shifted, removing his elbow from his eyes to squint up at her.
King Magnus hadn't slept a wink.
His trip to see Morvakar had gnawed away the hours. By the time he'd returned to his kingdom, his mind had gone through every possible version of events.
So there he was, sprawled on the throne room sofa. His eyes fluttered open to a face he hadn't expected to see so soon: Luna.
He blinked up at her, half convinced he was hallucinating from fatigue and residual vampire dread.
"Baby!" he gasped, sitting up.
Luna flinched at his excitement. That was not the reception she expected. She had mentally prepared herself for wrath. A five-minute lecture minimum. Instead… hugs?
Before she could say anything, Magnus surged to his feet and pulled her into a tight, fatherly hug.
"Oh my baby…" he whispered into her hair.
"Father?" she mumbled against his chest. "You're acting weird…"
