Silas had barely stepped off the aircraft when Luna's voice greeted him, laced with icy disapproval.
{Did you have fun?}
Her words hung in the air, sharp and cutting, as she stood at the bottom of the steps, arms crossed and her expression colder than usual.
Silas couldn't help but notice the way her eyes, typically neutral, now seemed to burn with something resembling anger—or disappointment.
It wasn't that but the best way he felt he could describe it was jealousy.
"Good to see you too, Luna," Silas said, trying to defuse the tension with a casual tone.
Luna didn't reply immediately, only staring at him with a calculating intensity that made him feel like a child being scolded by a stern parent, causing him to let out a small sigh.
"Alright, what's bothering you? And don't tell me it's because I took a detour to Paris. I'm allowed to have a little downtime."
