Wrong Timing

  Luna had told him that he could protect her better if his hands were free.

Apollyon nodded in agreement since her logic would make sense.

If she was honest with herself, Luna didn't want her husband to carry her all the way down to the mountains to the village.

Apollyon might tell her that she didn't weigh a ton or he had immense strength as a pureblood vampire so that she wouldn't feel bad while he carried her in his arms.

She knew that both of them were tired of using their own powers.

Trickles of sweat dropped from her husband's forehead as they walked under the heat of the sun, but that wasn't the only reason.

Even if his mind was in no position to use high-level magic from his ear-splitting headaches because of the alcohol he drank, Apollyon did it despite being exhausted from the aerial barriers he made to keep the militia of the Spring Courts at bay.