Page 213 of Moon's Promise

“Moon.”

Killyama’s face filled with disappointment. “Damn. I was hoping it was someone I didn’t know.”

“Where’s Train?”

“I sent him on a beer run. Listen …”

Warily, Larissa didn’t trust the way Killyama was staring at her.

“One good deed deserves another, right?”

“Depends on what it is,” she cautiously agreed.

“Hook me up with that warlord costume tomorrow, and we’re even. Cool?”

“You’ll have to ask Moon. I’m not talking to him.”

“Why not?” Killyama put her hand up when she started to explain. “Never mind. I don’t care. I want to borrow that outfit for Train. There’s no need to be selfish. It’s not like I’m asking for Moon to come with it.”

“You can have both of them,” she offered angrily.

A hand came around her arm, pulling her away from the bar. Unable to break away from the hard grip, she found herself in the kitchen.

The room was less packed, but the door was blocked with people standing around.

“Let go, Moon.” Furious at him, she was about to kick him when Puck walked through the swinging door.

“Keller?”

Everyone’s attention swerved to Puck.

“He’s not in here,” someone called out. “I saw him going upstairs an hour ago.”

Using the opportunity to jerk free of Moon’s hold and seeing a door to the side open, she took her chance that it was another way back into living room with Moon blocking the kitchen door and the rest blocking the backyard door.

Thankfully, she had slowed enough that she didn’t break her neck when there were steps and not another room like she had expected.

When she reached the bottom step, she recognized where she was immediately. The Last Riders used this basement area as a workout room. Killyama had opened the door one day when during a prenatal visit to show where she worked out. She hadn’t gone inside, which was why she hadn’t recognized the stairs.

The basement was pitch dark.

“What in the ever-loving hell?” Lamenting to the empty basement, she turned around, preparing to go back upstairs, but froze upon hearing footsteps coming down.

She would be damned if she was going to let him talk himself out of this one.

Frantically, she gingerly moved around the area, trying to find a place to hide. If she was lucky, she would find another door.

Walking with her hands held out, she came to some kind of metal pole. Skirting it, she started moving faster, hearing Moon’s footsteps hit the tiled floor of the basement. When she moved forward, her knee bumped into something.

Leaning down, she rubbed her knee. Then, putting out her hand again, she realized she must have bumped into a low table.

She used her hand to guide her as she moved around it. Then, straightening herself, she took another wary step forward, only to go flying.

“Oof!” she muttered out loud. Expecting to find herself sprawled out on the floor, it was a relief to find herself sprawled out on what felt like a couch.

She quickly bounded up, determined not to talk to him. However, her quick movement sent her crashing into Moon and sending them both falling back onto the couch.

To be fair, from Moon’s startled grunt, he was just as surprised as her.

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