I blinked slowly.
Then looked back at the screen.
Then at him.
Then back again.
“Wait.”
He raised one brow.
“What do you mean your program?”
He looked confused by the question.
“It’s mine. I wrote the code.”
I stared.
“You wrote this?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Yes, Luna, all of it.”
My jaw literally dropped.
Because the program in front of me wasn’t simple.
It was extraordinary.
Multiple layered celestial maps moved across the screen simultaneously, charting stars and ley line activity across overlapping realms in real time.
It was beautiful.
Elegant.
Brilliant.
And suddenly the little icon in the corner made sense—a tiny blue moon-creature with curling horns and a tail.
A cartoon version of Sten.
“Oh my shit,” I breathed.
His mouth twitched slightly.
“Your surprise means either you doubt me or didn’t think I was capable.”
“No! Neither of those things. But seriously, Sten,” I said, turning fully toward him now. “This is incredible.”
He looked away almost immediately.
And that? That fascinated me.
Because Sten clearly knew he was powerful.
