KATHERINE
I seriously need to call a psychiatrist.
That was the single, recurring thought looping through my brain for the rest of the day following that disastrous lunch: my brother had finally fried his last remaining, overworked neuron and completely slipped into either medical insanity, utter idiocy, or a highly dangerous combination of both.
I just couldn't comprehend how he had gotten such a crazy idea in his head. Me? The official Luna of the Lone Moon pack? I knew Xander could be recklessly impulsive at times, but this... this was entirely new and terrifyingly extreme, even for his standards.
We had only just managed to keep Lucian and his legal hounds at bay. Our single weapon against him making a public mess of our divorce was a fragile truce built on the fact that his the hi
