"When Wrath, son of Wrath, decided someone was his? He would drag the moon down to Earth if they needed it. The reaction was exactly what she had been too scared to wish for. Wrath lifted his glass. "To my son," he shouted over the crowd. "And more importantly . . . to my wife." As he turned his face to her, the love he felt made his eyes glow so fiercely, she could see the pale green light even through the wraparounds."