Jo-anne POV
Jo-anne woke to find Luna Natalia sitting on the side of her bed, a hand on her shoulder. She looked around, knew West and T.J. had been in here when she’d fallen asleep. No longer here, he’d told her she’d likely wake up to his mother.
“Morning sweetheart.”
“Morning.” Jo-anne returned as she sat up in the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Jo-anne admitted to her.
She had a lot to take in; what Karen had told her, how it had been Karen who’d done that hideous thing to her and West. That she had been so angered by the woman’s tale, not just angry for herself, but for West too, so very angry she’d felt something bubble up inside her, so white-hot and then suddenly she’d raged and snapped that woman’s neck. Killed her dead and right in front of her mate.
