Page 63 of Lunar Desires
“Don’t worry, little brother.” Isaac’s voice was infused with reassurance. “You’ll be up and singing karaoke again in no time.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
I clung to hope, as I always did. Keeping to the sunny side of the swamp.
With my non-existent fingers crossed for top tier results, I waited, sending off all the prayers.
God, the drain stank of moldy cheese.
“There’s something on the ground,” Isaac said. “Is that a gem?”
Pop!
Chapter 18
DRAKE
The pain in my nose stayed inside an orb of determination—built from getting Riley back on his feet.
I cracked my knuckles, trying to channel The Moon’s positive outlook.
Let this work…
“Johnathon Aurora is the ultimate dickhead,” Jake said, taking the car onto a main road cutting through the Woodside Estate.
He spoke the truth, but my grinding teeth kept me from answering.
The rain pounded the car, falling even heavier than before. Any harder and it might start cracking the glass.
How are there multiple Jonathon Auroras?
And how did the fae woman summon me?
Questions for later. Everything could stay on hold until Riley was alright.
Jake wove through the vast maze of the industrial estate, passing warehouse after warehouse.
Still no Riley.
He turned into a sloping road, flanked by two bagel factories, down to a roundabout with four turnings. Jake took the left turn, picking up speed. This winding country road led straight to Aurora Mansion.
I drummed my fingers on my thighs, praying, begging to any god listening. The human God, or Hecate, whatever deity had the time to make things right.
Riley uses both,I thought.
He did. He used both God and Hecate in his speech, like a lot of people did when exclaiming. Words I wanted to hear again tonight.
You better be alright, Mr. Moon…
“Fucking weather,” Jake complained.
My stomach looped as we went up and down some mounds, my breathing labored.
Be alright. Be alright. Be?—
Pop!
A small, wet doll-like figure appeared in my lap gazing up at me, getting mud all over the white uniform.
