The gentle knock at the door pulled me out of Magnus's muscular arms. I glanced at the trio, who, for once, seemed content to let me go—though Magnus grumbled a low protest as I slipped from his lap.
"I'll get it," I said, rolling my eyes as I padded across the room, my bare feet silent against the cool floor.
When I opened the door, a young maid stood there with a polite smile. Her hands trembled as she offered me a parchment sealed with crimson wax.
"Forgive the intrusion, Luna, but this is for you."
I blinked in surprise and took the letter. "Thank you."
The maid nodded quickly and hurried away, leaving me staring down at the elegantly folded invitation.
"What's that?" Xavier called lazily from the bed, his head propped up by his hand.
"Someone sending you love letters already?" Magnus teased, though his sharp gaze followed my every move.
