Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436

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I emerged from the guest room with Lyn at my side, both of us moving slowly because apparently getting thrown into walls by nightwalkers left you sore in places you didn’t even know you had. Lynn had healed the worst of our injuries, but there was only so much magic could do for general combat fatigue.

“How are you feeling?” Lyn asked, his hand finding mine automatically.

“Like I fought a small army,” I admitted. “Which, technically, I did. You?”

“Like I held three people suspended in mid-air using gravity manipulation while recovering from magical exhaustion,” he

said dryly. “So approximately the same level of terrible.”

We’d spent the night in Xenois’s guest room, too exhausted to make the trip back to our own territory. Most of the strike

team had done the same-warriors scattered throughout the house in various states of recovery.

The sun was streaming through the windows now, morning light that felt almost offensive after the darkness of the Silvercrest nest. I could hear voices from downstairs, which meant people were awake and moving around.

Good signs, considering how last night had ended.

We made our way downstairs, following the sound of laughter-which was unexpected enough that I exchanged a glance with Lyn.

“That’s Silvia,” he said. “She’s awake and apparently in good spirits.”

“She nearly died twelve hours ago,” I pointed out. “How is she laughing?”

“Because she’s Silvia Blackwood and normal human responses don’t apply to her?”

Fair point.

We reached the living room and stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene before us.

Samuel and Silvia were sitting on the couch, looking significantly better than they had last night but still clearly

recovering. Silvia had color back in her face, though she moved carefully in ways that suggested her ribs were still tender. Samuel had one arm wrapped around his mate, holding her like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.

And between them, sitting cross-legged on the couch cushion, was Ollie.

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Five-year-old Ollie, who was listening with rapt attention as his grandparents recounted what appeared to be a highly

embellished version of their captivity and escape.

“-and then Jerome tried to make his dramatic villain speech,” Silvia was saying, her voice animated despite her obvious

exhaustion. “But I couldn’t take him seriously because his boots were all wrong for the outfit. Formal leather with tactical

gear? Please. It was a fashion crime of the highest order.”

“Your grandmother critiqued a nightwalker’s fashion sense while chained in a cell,” Samuel added proudly. “I’ve never been

more attracted to her.”

“Grandpa, that’s gross,” Ollie said, but he was grinning.

“You’re five,” Silvia said. “Everything about adult relationships is gross to you. Wait until you’re older and discover that

romance is actually quite-”

“Silvia,” Samuel interrupted. “He’s five.”

“I was going to say ‘complicated,” she defended. “What did you think I was going to say?”

“With you, I never know.”

I noticed something else then-there were glasses on the coffee table. Three glasses, to be specific. Two that looked like

they contained rum, and one smaller glass that had clearly been given to Ollie.

“Are you giving alcohol to a five-year-old?” Lyn asked incredulously.

All three of them jumped, clearly not having noticed our arrival.

“It’s educational,” Silvia said immediately. “We’re teaching him about making good life choices.”

“By giving him rum?”

“By letting him taste rum so he understands why children shouldn’t drink it,” Samuel clarified. “It’s a valuable lesson.”

Ollie’s face scrunched up in disgust. “It tastes like burning and sadness.”

“Exactly!” Silvia said triumphantly. “And now you know never to drink it. Lesson learned. We’re excellent grandparents.”

“You’re insane grandparents,” Lyn corrected, but he was smiling.

“We’ve also been teaching him poker,” Samuel added, gesturing to the cards scattered across the coffee table. “He’s terrible

at it, but he’s learning.”

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“I’m not terrible!” Ollie protested. “You two keep cheating!”

“We’re not cheating,” Silvia said. “We’re demonstrating advanced strategy. There’s a difference.”

“You literally looked at my cards when I wasn’t paying attention!”

“That’s your fault for not protecting your hand,” she pointed out. “Rule number one of poker: never trust anyone, not even

your beloved grandparents who would absolutely cheat at cards.”

I moved into the room, studying the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. “Should you be sitting up? Lynn

said you needed rest.”

“I’ve been resting all night,” Silvia said dismissively. “I’m bored. So we’re entertaining ourselves with stories and

inappropriate life lessons.”

“Very inappropriate,” Samuel agreed cheerfully.

Ollie looked at his grandparents with the kind of adoration that only a favorite grandchild could manage. “Tell them about the car hijacking! That’s my favorite story!”

“Oh god,” Silvia said, laughing so hard she had to hold her ribs. “Samuel, should we tell them about the car hijacking?”

“Absolutely not,” Samuel said. “That story makes us look terrible.”

“Please!” Ollie begged. “It’s so funny!”

“What car hijacking?” I asked, settling into an armchair. Lyn sat on the arm of the chair, his hand resting on my shoulder.

Silvia and Samuel exchanged glances, clearly debating whether to share whatever embarrassing story they’d apparently

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