Third Person POV
He closed his mouth. She held his gaze and did not blink and waited.
He looked at the set of her jaw and the way she was standing and apparently decided that whatever he had been about to say was not the right call.
"Okay," he said carefully. "What do you want to talk about my love?"
"Don't." Her voice was even. Flat. "Don't do the soft voice. Don't try to smooth it before I've even said it."
He blinked. "Okay."
"How can you be thinking of making me your Luna without speaking to me first?"
The easy, careful expression on his face changed. Something dropped out of it. He set the sword against the nearest tree, slowly, without looking away from her.
"How do you know about that?" he said.
