CURSED BY THE MOON

SOMETHING HEAVIER THAN BLOOD.

“I want information.” I say and I see Lyon’s brow raised slightly as he observes my calm with cold blue eyes.

“Information can often weigh heavier than blood.” Lyon comments after a second and my fist cannot help but silently clench under the table. No reaction at the mention of blood but somehow, information is triggering.

“Where is the underworld?.”, I ask directly while ignoring Lyon's comment. As far as I am concerned, I have the upper hand in this exchange and if there is even an atom of a chance that I would be helping Lyon then he should start answering my questions. In response to the challenge in my voice, Lyon looks at me for a few seconds and for some reason that pisses me off he smiles faintly.

“There is no underworld. Humans and the ‘others’ coexist and the only difference is that humans live in a world filled with illusions and we live in the undiluted version. Most people cannot handle a world stripped bare so leaders have made guidelines to keep the balance..

"A veil maintained by both sides to protect the weak and keep the strong from taking advantage. There are quite a number of humans that have complete access to the bare world but almost every one of we supernatural thrive in the bare world or rather, the real world.”, Lyon explains with his deep voice making his words almost sounds philosophical. His statement makes sense but there are terms he used that I want to understand. Who are the weak and who are the strong?.

“Who is the veil protecting?, Your people or humans?.”, I question and I see Lyon's face slowly twist into a small frown. The next second Lyon raises a brow with his cold blue eyes trailing across my face in a manner that sends a shiver down my spine. Suspicion flashes across Lyon's eyes and I try to keep my calm as he leans forward with his slow movement immediately putting me on edge.

“Do something with your powers.”, Lyon says with his voice holding a colder edge than before. Lyon has noticed something and my heart begins to pound as he observes my reaction. I don’t know anything about my powers or what to do with them and I had hoped Lyon would not notice. What could have given me away?.

“I said, I am not offering you anything until I am satisfied.”, I resort but Lyon’s gaze turns even colder. “You don’t have to help me.”, Lyon says coldly as he calmly stands up while Damian slowly pulls out his gun and points it at Lyon who completely ignores the gesture.

My heart pounds as I see Lyon take a glass cup before walking to the kitchen’s tap. I don’t know why Lyon is suddenly acting like this but I can only watch Lyon turn the tap on and then fill the glass cup halfway before turning the tap off.

Tension fills the air as Lyon returns and then he places the glass of water on the table right in front of me before slowly going to sit back down. “Do something.”, Lyon says with his voice threateningly deep as he observes me from across the table.

I.. I don’t the what to do. Lyon obviously wants me to do something to the glass of water but what?. My heart pounds in silence as I try to call on the warmth in my heart but no response. Lyon looks calm but It is obvious that his patience is wearing thin and I can tell that Damian is prepared for the worse possible outcome.

A few seconds passes by and then a minute goes in brutal silence with the glass of water remaining unchanged as Lyon gaze remains on me.

My jaw locks in silence and Lyon speaks slowly. “How did you do it at the mart?.”, He questions deeply and I can tell that the pretense is shed. I don’t even know what I did at the mart and I cannot help but feel a sense of frustration and anger as the warmth in my chest refuses to move to my will.

“Do you even know what you did at the mart?.”, Lyon cold words pushes into me and for a few seconds I keep staring at the glass of water in front of me before I finally lift my head to look at him.

“What matters is that I did it. If I can do it once then I can do it again.”, I say with a sense of cold confidence that even I don’t understand and Lyon looks at me silently before asking a question that seems off topic.

“What is your mother's maiden name?.”, Lyon asks calmly and my eyelids tremble as I remember my mother. Her silky brown hair, her care free smile, the warmth of her embrace and.. her begging voice as she died!. My fist slowly clenches and my eyes moistens as I stare at Lyon for a few seconds before forcing the answer out of my chest.