Lunara was flushed, giggling, and standing barefoot in front of the bathroom with one sleeve halfway off her shoulder when Eryx yanked the door open.
"Hot," she said, breathy and dramatic, tugging at her blouse. "Why's it so hot in here?" She turned slowly, as if trying to solve the mystery herself.
He stared at her for a long second. "Lunara… hey, look at me. Are you sure you only drank wine earlier?"
She blinked up at him with wide, glassy eyes—the kind of innocent only someone clearly not sober could pull off. "Hmm? Half. Half the bottle." She held up her fingers to demonstrate, squinting to get it right.
Eryx muttered a curse under his breath and quickly reached for her hand, guiding her away. She stumbled, laughing softly, and squinted at the ceiling like it had started to spin. He eased her onto the couch, grabbed a blanket, and carefully draped it over her shoulders.
