Page 204 of Moon's Promise

Larissa could tell Lana was concerned. “Anything I can do?”

Lana’s gaze shied away from hers. “I’ll let you know.”

Her sister had been acting weird ever since she had come over with Priss. Larissa had never seen her so distracted where a patient was concerned. Working in the emergency room, Lana was much better at remaining emotionally detached from patients than she was. If patients needed aftercare or to be hospitalized, they were handed over to other physicians. Lana must have taken an interest in the patient for her to be checking on their progress so often.

Either that or she didn’t agree with Priss.

Would she be making a fool of herself?

“I like the outfit. I just don’t know if it would be considered a masquerade costume. I think it looks more Halloween-y.”

Untying the red scarf at her neck, she unfurled it to expose the two holes she had sewn into the material. She situated it over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. “Better? I didn’t want to scare Jace in case Mom brought him in here.”

“Sure.”

Lana’s tactful comment had Larissa regretting her choice of costume for the umpteenth time.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go. I only said I would go because I lost my temper with Moon.”

“That’d be a good idea—”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You look great.” Priss walked to the bed to snatch Lana’s cell phone away. “It’s a masquerade party at a motorcycle club. I bet most of them will be wearing Halloween costumes. You’re making a big deal over a party where their main goal is to get laid.”

“That’s not my goal,” Larissa said hollowly.

“Of course not,” Priss assured her. “Yours is to make sure Moon isn’t buttering anyone’s roll.”

Her lips parted. “You think he is?”

“Oh my God! No!” Priss gave her and Lana irritated glowers as she fought to keep Lana from snatching her cell phone back.

“Quit worrying about the hospital, Lana. You’re not on duty. In case you’re not paying attention, we’re having an emergency here.” Giving Lana her phone back, Priss then gave her a threatening glance when she tried to open it again.

Lana shoved the phone into her purse. Her silent perusal made her wish she were still reading her messages. But then Lana gave her a thumbs-up.

“I love it! You wearing the scarf as a mask totally works.”

As far as reassurances went, it sucked, but she was out of time. Killyama had promised to meet her at the clubhouse so she wouldn’t have to go in alone.

Turning back to the mirror, she wanted to pat herself on the back for getting the costume finished in time. She ran her hand over the silky material of the sleeve. She could hardly wait to see what Moon had to say about her costume. Untying the scarf at the back of her head, she re-tied it at her throat.

Priss came up behind her to fluff up the back of her hair where she had messed it up before giving it an extra coating of hairspray.

Lana crossed one leg over the other as she watched. “Did Moon tell you what he’s wearing?”

Larissa swatted the can away. “No. He wants to keep it a surprise.”

Turning from the mirror, she saw Lana staring at Priss and her suspiciously.

She flushed when Lana didn’t buy the bill of goods she was selling, which earned a shove from Priss.

“All right,” she started to admit, moving away from Priss before she could be shoved again. “I called Killyama, and she finagled it out of Train for me. He’s going as some guy who all the women on the Internet are crazy about. His costume consists of a pair of sweatpants, with his underwear band showing, a cap, and a hula hoop.”

Both of them stared at her as if they thought she was joking.

“Huh?” Priss asked.

“You’re joking?” Lana seemed just as confused. “How is that a masquerade costume?”

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