I needed to see them again. I needed to know if the monster from last night was truly the man I had once loved.
Soon I washed my face with cold water and forced the swelling around my eyes to fade. Then I walked downstairs. The smell of roasted meat and strong coffee filled the kitchen hall.
When I stepped inside, I stopped.
They were already there.
Jareth leaned against the stone counter while Luvena stood between his legs. His hands rested on her waist. Her arms circled his shoulders.
Their faces were so close their lips brushed softly together.
My stomach twisted. I cleared my throat.
They jumped apart as if burned by silver.
Luvena stepped back so quickly she almost knocked over a bowl of fruit. Jareth turned around, his eyes wide.
“Shara,” Jareth said quickly. He straightened his clothes. “You are awake.”
“What happen here?” I asked quietly.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Luvena let out a nervous laugh and touched the thin golden chain around her neck.
“Oh, good morning, Luna Ashara,” she said awkwardly. “I was just asking Alpha Jareth for help. My necklace clasp got stuck. You know how troublesome these things can be.”
I looked at the necklace.