“What’s wrong with this outfit?” Luna raised a brow, twirling in a slow circle. “It was in the back of the wardrobe, and it looked far more comfortable than some of the dresses I’ve been wearing.”
I blinked because apparently, that was all I could manage to do at the moment.
“Sebastian?” She ran a hand down her front, smoothing the black fabric that clung to her torso like a second skin.
My wings snapped out behind me in a whoosh as my grip on the shadows slipped.
“I… you… legs… can’t… wear that.” I rasped, unable to muster up more than a syllable at a time.
“Why not?” She tilted her head, clearly amused by the entire situation.
I waved my hand, gesturing to her body. “This is… not a dress.”
“Such an astute observation, husband. You’re right. It’s not a dress.”
Laughing, Luna twirled in place, showing off her outfit. Her brown hair ran in an intricate braid down her back, the hairstyle only accentuating the all-black leather leggings and tight silk tunic that she wore. The clothes hugged every single curve of her body. I could seeeverything.
My heart raced in my chest and my fangs ached as I stared at Luna. Gods, all I wanted to do was rip off her clothes.
If I had my way, we would remain in our room for the rest of the night and ignore everything else. But we couldn’t stay here. Mother was waiting for us.
Luna laughed teasingly. “Estrella was wearing something similar when she came and got me from Ipotha. You didn’t seem to have any problems with it then.”
I’d been a little preoccupied with seeing the female I was going to marry for the first time to focus on what Estrella was wearing.
“This is different,” I said through clenched teeth, shaking my head. “You can’t wear that.”
“How is it different?” Luna challenged.
“You’re my wife,” I said, as if that explained everything. “Estrella is not.”
Estrella was also a bitch, but I really didn’t think this was the time to point that out. Of all the vampires in this castle, she was one of the worst. That was saying something.
Luna shrugged. “I think I’m going to wear it.”
“Luna.” A growl rose within me and I struggled to tamp it down. “We have to go meet with Mother. Is this really what you want to fight about?”
“I didn’t realize we were fighting. I thought I was just showing you my outfit.” She smirked, stepping towards me with a spark in her eye. “You’re the one who is being argumentative.”
My heart pounded in my chest and my wings twitched as Luna closed the distance between us. Clenching my fists, my nails pressed half-moons into my palms.
When Luna was close enough that I could make out the black stitching on her tunic, she raised her head and met my eyes. “Are we fighting, Sebastian?”
My fangs ached as I forced myself to remain still. “What do you call this if not a fight?”
She laughed, the sound bright and vibrant, and my knees weakened. “I call this… research.”
“Research,” I echoed in a low voice.
She nodded, placing her hand on my chest. If I thought I was having trouble breathing before, it was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. My lungs tightened and every part of me yearned to lean into her touch.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily. “Research. It’s very important, you know.”
My mouth dried, and I licked my lips, searching Luna’s gaze. “What, exactly, are you researching?”
A coy smile danced on her lips. “You.”
“Me?” My eyes widened in surprise.