Kade took the letter from her and read it quickly, his eyes moving across the page with the efficiency of someone who had spent years looking for exactly these kinds of gaps.
"You're right," he said. "He's not telling us something. Whether it matters or not, I don't know yet." He handed it back to her nonchalantly.
In such an atmosphere, she hadn't realized how serene and powerful the scene was. His Luna presides over such matters as if she were being to be.
She folded it and set it with the others and reached for the fourth envelope.
"These invitations seem very delicate and you just shoved them at me." She glanced at Kade, who was still lounging against the pillows with that lazy expression he wore when he was pretending not to watch her. "All these conflicts and points of view are things you were needed to handle."
