Page 85 of Lunar Desires
Jonathon lifted his head, laughter rumbling in the air. “I should’ve opened with this one.”
The walls started closing in, the heat quickly becoming unbearable.
Riley threw Jonathon into the air again, but he landed back in a crouch again, completely unaffected.
Isaac tried his sunlight, getting nowhere.
“Pathetic,” the wanker drawled.
I fired a shot, Jake popping off some of his own. The bullets bounced off Jonathon as if he’d guzzled super-effective Rubberskin.
The prick stood taller, his hands on his hips. “And so approaches the end of House Aurora. Well, aside from me.”
Apparently, that was extremely funny.
“You’re a cocky fuckhead considering you’ve wasted…how many stones now?” Isaac countered.
As the heat rose, sweat pouring down my face, my skin on the verge of blistering, Jonathon froze.
“What did you just say?” he growled.
Isaac picked up the box with the blue stone inside. “Didn’t notice, Uncle?”
“How do you have that?”
Seriously? He didn’t know he’d dropped the stones and we had them? What were they, cloaked from him or something?
“How do you even know what they are?” The walls retreated as his voice went up a pitch.
Isaac, exuding his own form of arrogance, tapped on the box. “You’re not so fucking clever now, are you?”
The flames consuming Jonathon’s body grew, whooshing as if someone threw petrol at him. “Put it down. I’m warning you.”
Isaac popped the lid. “What this? Put it down?”
“I’m warning you,” his uncle seethed.
Poised to dive onto Riley in case of an explosion, I watched every move, determined to keep my boyfriend’s special moonlight in the world.
“Isaac…” Riley breathed, his skin flushed pink from the heat.
The Sun plucked the blue stone from the box, tossing the plastic over his shoulder. He held it up, the fire’s light making it sparkle.
“Stunning,” he said. “Wonder how this would look as a set of earrings.”
Jonathon growled. “You?—”
Isaac snapped, rage a sudden storm in his face. “Shut your fucking mouth. I’m talking now. You either back up or this stone gets smashed.” He brought it closer to his face. “Looks breakable enough. What do you think, little brother?”
Riley folded his arms. “Yeah. Stone go smash.”
They chuckled together.
Rather than attack, Jonathon whimpered, holding up defensive hands. “Please, you have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
“Then tell us,” Riley answered.
The flames retracted further, the top of the funnel opening to let cold air in. It tickled my skin, granting some relief.
