Bare skin.
Warm.
Soft.
Completely uncovered.
“Luna.”
Her expression turned delightfully innocent.
“Yes, Menon?”
“You are not wearing panties.”
“Nope.”
The word alone nearly shattered my restraint.
I stared at her.
Then at the office door Gunner had just exited through.
Then back at her.
“You came to my workplace like this?”
“I missed you.”
Gods help me.
I stood so abruptly the chair behind me crashed backward into the celestial projection table.
Luna squealed softly as I carried her directly toward my desk.
“Menon!”
“You are dangerous,” I informed her darkly.
Her smile widened.
“You love it.”
Unfortunately—she was absolutely correct.
Epilogue 2-Amrin
Turning Menon’s Celestial Mapping program into a dating app had started as a joke.
A completely unserious joke.
Then a witch named Uncle Uzzi got involved.
Now?
We somehow had investors from three realms, a waiting list of supernatural beta users, and a business model centered entirely around helping magical beings locate compatible celestial matches across the multiverse.
Honestly, Runevald should probably never allow students unsupervised entrepreneurial freedom.
