Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knocks came again—sharp, relentless, and more obnoxious than a thousand car alarms.
Hugo froze, his face crumbling into disbelief. 'No. No, no, no! Is this a curse? Am I cursed? Did I anger a god in a past life?'
His eye twitched as his mind exploded into a flurry of curses, each one more ridiculous and lewd than the last.
'Luna, you beautiful demon, what is your goal here?! Do you want me dead? Do you want my ghost to haunt this apartment, forever whispering about your absurd curves and villainous smirks?
'Why are you like this?! I hope your jeans shrink in the wash, you perfectly proportioned menace. I hope your shampoo runs out mid-shower so your glorious hair gets ruined—damn you and your face that could topple empires!'
Jessica groaned, starting to lift herself off his lap again. "I swear, if it's Luna—"