Page 136 of Lunar Diamonds
Anger. Pure, unfiltered anger consumed me.
His knife sat by my foot. I picked it up, pointing it at him.
He sat on his heels, his shirt bunched up in his right hand. “I am The Moon. Not you.”
“Shut up. You’re done here.” The knife trembled in my hand. “Why…” I spun inside, a ball of emotions—confused, betrayed, even though I didn’t know this man. A whole gauntlet of feelings attacking me. “You could?—”
“Could have been your uncle?” He chortled, so much hatred in the sound. “You and your brother are nothing but parasites. I don’t wish you well, I wish you death. Like this city after it turned its back on me. I want to see it burn, for everyone to scream for my mercy.”
I steeled myself against his vitriol, which did nothing for my shaking. “That’s all you want?”
He pulled the diamonds out again, letting them rest against his shirt. “The lunar power is mine. New. Evolved. If you weren’t about to lose your life, I’d say stick around to see what I’ll achieve.”
He sounded just like Rhianna. “Lose my life?”
“This changes nothing.” He moved quickly for a skeleton. I barely had time to react.
He swung a punch, missing me as I darted to the side. His fist connected with the wall with a crunch.
Jonathon yowled, clutching his injured hand, blood pouring from his knuckles. “You vermin. You parasite. I’ll kill you. I’ll take?—”
I lost my head, the entire crimson mist descending like a curtain. Anger never shared so much space within me as it did in this moment. So hot, so violent.
This creature, this thing having the audacity to call himself a man, corrupted this house. A blot on my bloodline, an immoral menace who killed for power, who hurt my friends. A vile scumbag who couldn’t accept his time had passed.
A liar. A fraud. A killer.
No uncle of mine.
No blood of mine.
I lunged at him, no buffers to stop me, and buried the knife hilt-deep into his guts. I twisted the blade, never breaking eye contact.
He coughed up blood, spraying my face.
I delighted in his horror.
“You lose, uncle,” I said, my voice loaded with darkness.
I’m the one changing…
I yanked the knife free, stabbing him in the side of the neck. Three times, to be sure this creature died right here before the real deal.
I am The Moon.
He went back to his knees again, losing blood rapidly. I grabbed his head and shoved him backward. He went down like a doll, his head bouncing on the carpet. Choking, thrashing as his life left him.
He died within a minute, a pathetic lump on the floor. Like twisted branches in a felled forest clawing for the sun to save them. Or the moon in this case.
“I’m the fucking Moon!” I cried.
I dropped the knife, silent tears suddenly streaming down my face. The rage dissipated, leaving me raw to process what I’d just done.
Blood on my hands…
“I killed him…” I whispered.
I heard the front doors crash open, the footsteps pounding up the stairs.
