Chapter 40 The Morning After

• “Madam…?” Ellie’s soft voice slipped through the heavy fog of Luna’s consciousness. “Are you still sleepy?”
• Luna let out a low groan, shifting against the sheets. She vaguely realized Ellie was straightening the hem of her satin nightgown—a delicate garment she didn't even remember putting on.
• “What time is it…?” she muttered, her voice thick and hoarse, before her heavy eyes fluttered open to find the ornate wall clock. It read eleven o’clock in the morning.