CURSED BY THE MOON

THINGS I NEED TO KNOW.

“Kilan Amanda.”, I say without a stutter and my gaze can only bleed a shadow of how deeply my grief and rage runs when I remember how his kind had taken my mother from me. I look into Lyon’s cold eyes and for a moment I see a sliver of doubt as he observes my face as if he's seeing me for the first time. He knows something, I realize immediately.

“Y-you know my mother.”, I say in a cracked voice and Lyon’s already cold gaze settles into colder indifference as he stares at me. Lyon has a good poker face but I can somehow read beneath that icy expression. Lyon knows about my mother and his attempt to hide the fracture in his expression makes me even more positive that he does not just know something but a lot!.

“Leave. Now.”, Lyon says coldly and backing up his words he stands up as a signal that our conversation is over.

“Tell me what you know!.”, I demand with my voice flaring with more frost than rage and my legs taking me towards Lyon.

“I would only tell you one thing. Do not EVER tell anyone else that your mother's name is Kiran Amanda.”, Lyon says with his eyes cold but serious though his words pisses me off!. What do you mean that the only thing you have to say to me is to never to tell anyone who my mother is?.

“That would not be possible.”, I say coldly and Lyon’s jaw tightens in what seems to be regret and perhaps.. pity but then his eyes settles for indifference. “Just.. leave.”, Lyon says with a sigh and I barely control an explosion of rage.

“I am not going anywhere without answers.”, I say and I watch Lyon lift a brow with his indifferent gaze turning to lock on mine. “I could throw you out.”, Lyon says calmly, his words more like a fact than a threat.

“I could put sliver in your brain.”, Damian responds immediately and he takes a silent step forward with his words getting Lyon’s attention. Lyon and Damian's eyes meet for a cold stare that lasts one second and then Lyon's indifferent eyes settles back on me with his frame towering.

“Look for your answers far away from me.”, Lyon says coldly and although my jaws locks in contained rage, I know that I cannot make this man to say a word he doesn’t want to.

“And don’t be daring enough to put a tail on me like you did last night. My words are for your safety not mine.”, Lyon says and Damian jaws lock at Lyon's choice of words. I HATE him. It is my first day knowing Lyon and I already hate him so much.

“Lets go.” Jaws locked, I speak to Damian and I turn to walk out with my composure masking the intensity of my anger. Damian and Lyon have a silent stare contest for one more second and then I hear calm but heavy footsteps as Damian follows behind me.

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“He knows about my mother.” I say slowly to Damian while looking out the window with a melancholy vibe as Damian silently drives us back to my apartment.

“We would get another chance.”, Damian consoles, one hand on the steering wheel.

“At another supernatural or at another person who knows about my mother?.”, I question a bit harshly cause my mood is currently too cold to buy optimism.

“We would make another chance.”, Damian says confidently and I turn to look into his steady brown eyes. I don’t fully believe the odds but Damian’s calm confidence in 'us' somehow settles my mood.

Lyon. That name sticks with me as I remember his set of terribly cold blue eyes behind heavy glasses. Lyon is a supernatural and unlike me, he is very knowledgeable about the underworld.

“Put someone on Lyon. If we know where he goes and who he meets then we know where exactly to search for more of his kind.”, I say calmly and Damian nods silently to my words with his posture showing he is also deep in thought. F*ck Lyon’s warning. Nobody can stop me from getting to what I want to know. If I don't hear about my mother from Lyon then I would get my information from the mouth of someone else who is not a complete asshole. But who knows?, maybe all werewolves are assholes.

The rest of the ride back to my apartment is silent as Damian drives through an artificially illuminated runway before parking alongside the other collection of high-end cars sitting in my penthouse's parking lot. We both walk out of the car and Damian escorts me into my private elevator after a quick scan of his fingerprint.

“Racheal said she had something to talk to you about.”, Damian mentions calmly and I turn to him with a brow raised.