Chapter 91

Deidre

“Happy to make yourself at home, are you?”

My spine shot straight in surprise, the glass dropping from my trembling hand. I watched it fall to the polished wood floors, a single second before it splintered into a thousand glass pieces, great gobs of water already poised to splash out and over the surface of the–

I blinked. The cup was gone. Not on the floor, not shattered, but–

A soft *clink* of glass on marble countertop sounded to the side. I blinked, taking in the unbroken cup Sirius set there with apparent ease.

“Ah, but I forgot. As Luna, all of this territory is your home, isn’t it? Of course, what’s mine is yours, isn’t it? Well, except for my father. He’s all yours.”

I stood in stunned silence, unable to move. His voice was low. Rumbling. I was surprised; I hadn’t expected much, but I had expected disuse. Maybe hoarseness.

Sirius folded his arms, eyeing me carefully despite the cool disassociation of his voice. “Not what you expected?” he drawled. I forced myself