Page 8 of Lunar Desires
Six months of verbal abuse and being locked in the dark.
Down in the dark where trash belongs…
My horrid inner voice, always around to kick me in my self-worth. Right now, it seriously needed to fuck off.
Rhianna snapped her fingers. “Move it. Now. Or the kid gets it. We’re running out of time.”
A soft boom hummed through the platform.
Witchcops?
“We have to go, Master,” a woman warned. “They’re attacking.”
The shadows around us flickered as a second boom vibrated through the station.
Rhianna huffed and pointed to a spot directly before her. “I want you in kissing distance, Riley. Now.”
I’d break her fucking jaw if she tried putting her fetid lips on him.
I checked my surroundings again, cursing my lack of explosive power to pop the heads of these wankers. There were trains on either side of this platform, blocking any escape. The only routes out of here were off the end of the platform or via the concourse, and those were blocked by the flickering shadow curtains. And any attempt to run would trigger a massacre.
Great. So I had nothing to go on. No plan. No hope.
Rhianna really did have me by the balls.
Riley slipped free from my grip, leaving me to watch him hand himself over. Rhianna looked him up and down, her expression very much the cat who found the fountain of eternal kibble.
Fear sloshed in my stomach. I went to move forward, quickly intercepted by Phil—a shadow witch I knew from my time at the Kingwood hideout. Their place was so heavily cloaked I couldn’t find its location. Even when I’d been their prisoner, I’d had no idea where it was.
Phil pointed a pistol at my head. “Good to see you again, matey.”
He would always show up on Saturday nights, looking for a good time with Rhianna’s best friend, Zara.
I puffed out my chest. “Move.”
“You’re staying right here, matey.” Acrid breath hit my nostrils, carrying the heavy stink of beer and onions.
Three booms came in quick succession, tremors quaking beneath my feet.
Phil’s eyes narrowed. “Leave, Master. I’ll take care of him.”
“Bless you in the honor of Kane,” Rhianna answered.
Shadow witches loved praising Kane Kingwood—the deceased creator of shadow magic.
Rhianna grabbed Riley by the collar, pulling him forward as she broke a potion at her feet. A black cloud whooshed around them, smothering their bodies from view for a few seconds.
And then they were gone.
“Riley!”
Failed. Failed. Failed.
The Moon is gone. The Moon is gone.
No. I wouldn’t allow it. I’d get him back and treasure him and?—
Another boom forced me to stagger back, cracks racing across the platform as it shook.
