#Chapter 74: The Luna Queen’s Visit

Hannah I smoothed my hands over the front of my dress one final time, allowing the stylist to fuss with a stray lock of hair and apply one last dusting of powder to my face. Across the foyer, Noah was being subjected to a similar flurry of last-minute primping—his necktie straightened, a bit of pomade worked through his dark hair to hold that sleek look in place. We didn’t dare make eye contact. Not yet. The tension still crackled between us, heavy and suffocating, and I couldn’t wait until all of this was over so we could go back to our usual routine of pretending the other didn’t exist. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night: about our couples’ spa treatment. Being in such intimate proximity to Noah for so long, feeling the heated weight of his gaze raking over my nude body, had awakened something primal and ravenous inside of me. Something I had fought tooth and nail to keep tightly leashed as of late. Desire. Raw, untempered yearning for the