Then she would worry it cost him something. Then she would insist Mother be considered first, again, even though Mother was already whole. Phei thought the future argument away with a small private smile. He would win it eventually. He usually did, with women like Diana who pretended they did not want to be cared for.
They were simply the ones who needed it most and trusted it least.
Before he could say more, the air changed and a very serene feeling crossed the living room like moonlight entering water.
Phei turned toward the source, one of the penthouse doors had opened...
...Maya stood there.
Her silver hair sat perfectly over her shoulders, soft and luminous beneath the morning sun, and her small hands lightly fisted the fabric of a white free-falling dress. She looked impossible in the daylight, which was strange because Maya had always carried something of the moon around her.
