Page 10 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Is it really you?”
“Yes, my queen. It’s me. Thank gods you can still talk to me. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Nyx has me at his house. Are you close?”
Please, gods, let him be close.Let this nightmare be over before it really begins. I need him. I need him to help me figure out why I can’t shift.
But his answer comes in a single word that stings deep into my heart.
“No.”
Chapter 3
Lumi
Nyx stares at me curiously as if he’s part of the conversation with Ambrose, but he can’t be.Can he?
Or maybe he’s just confused as to what I’m doing here.Can vampires read minds? Is it part of their mind control powers?
I should ask Ambrose. But the millions of questions I have for Ambrose are going to have to wait.
“You’re all vampires,” I say, shuddering at the very thought of living in a house filled with predators.
The room erupts in laughter at the first words I’ve spoken.
A woman sitting to Nyx’s right whips her long brown curls cascading over her shoulder, her eyes cutting into me with piercing intensity.
“You really are clueless. How? How could you not know?” She’s breathtakingly beautiful with sharp, feminine features that give way to bands of muscles at her biceps.
Beneath her gentleness lies a sharp edge with a dangerous charm. She’s the kind of woman who can lure men in and kill them in equal strides. A perfect balance of power and beauty. “You’re either a naive, foolish girl or playing dumb to hide the truth from us.”
“Enough, Sylara,” Nyx says.
“We’re doomed if she’s the one who’s destined to save us all,” Sylara continues.
All of their dark black eyes lock in on me as if they can discover my truth just by looking at me.
“Lumi? You okay? Your fear?”Ambrose says in my head.
I’m done being afraid.
Done being naive and foolish.
“You should have told me the truth. You should have told me everything,”I let the pain lace my voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“What do I need to know about Nyx? About his pack? His vampires?”
“Don’t trust a word he says.”
“You’re vampires. Don’t lie to me and call me naive in the same breath.”
Sylara’s jet black eyes drill into me with a glare that could kill. “We’re not vampires. And I don’t lie. I know who stands before me, and I don’t mince my words.”
“Then what are you?”
Sylara looks to Nyx, waiting to see if he wants to answer.
