Warm liquid poured down Luna’s throat. She pulled the bottle back, gasping as the warmth collected in a tiny coil in her chest. There was no gradual trickle like last time. Oliver’s feelings flooded into her, disbelief and delight and relief andlove, so overwhelming that Luna’s eyes pricked.

“I now pronounce you bondmates,” Grandmother Musgrove said.

Luna barely heard it. She was surrounded by Oliver’s love, cradled and held by it, a hot rush she was feeding right back to him.

He nosed at her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I’ve been right here,” she whispered.

He brushed a petal off her chin. “I missed you, anyway.”

“Well. You’ll never have to miss me again.” Luna flung her arms aroundhis neck, kissing the nectar off his lips. She was crying when she pulled back, grinning so hard her mouth hurt.

She turned to the crowd. “Let’s get this party STARTED!”

The crowd cheered. Luna dragged Oliver in again, sinking into his arms with a grateful sigh.

Finally warm.