Page 67 of Red Moon Secrets
Chapter 17
Alyssa
After spending a whole day with Shay, I feel terrible for what Mom did to her over a guy—a guy she didn't even like all that much. Sheesh.
"So—are you okay?" she asks, smiling tightly. "No urges?"
She's talking about blood. Apparently my creature goddess craves blood. Gross. As if I don't have enough problems. Fortunately, that part of my fate hasn't come to haunt me. Yet—I don't think.
"No urges. I'm fine. I'm curious as to why I haven't flipped out in a while. I almost wish I would. I could save Kane if I totally lost it."
Well, I could have the power to save Kane. I doubt I could make my bitch half go there and handle business, considering I never have any recollection of what happens after I reach a certain point.
"I don't know. I've called a friend to come over. She's a hexer. She's old and wise—
been around since the days of Freya. She'll have some answers—hopefully."
"Hexer?" I squeak. I'm not too keen on that.
"She's one of the good guys, Alyssa. She learned a long time ago to use her curses as gifts in disguise. She's a sponge, and she's had many centuries to absorb information. Information we'll need."
A smoky haze, different from that of a dark angel's, fills the room, announcing a new presence. The Hexer is here.
With a clichéd gypsy scarf wrapped around her head, a long-layered skirt full of vibrant colors, and a flowing white blouse that is draping off her deceptively-young shoulders, she makes her way toward us with the face of a twenty-year-old and the jaded eyes of the ancient.
"Shay," she purrs, making me shiver. Hexers always freak me out.
Inwardly, I roll my eyes at myself. I'm some crazy bitch beast and I'm freaked out by a hexer.
She finally lets her emerald greens fall on me, and they widen in surprise as she pales. Do I have on a scary face right now or something?
"It's her," she croaks, stumbling backwards. "You found her."
Shay rolls her eyes at the dramatic hexer, and Chaz comes to stand a little closer to me. Thankfully, hexers have no power if a duster interferes.
"I've known where she was for years, but I couldn't tell anyone. Stop acting terrified and help us figure out what the hell is going on," Shay mutters, seeming annoyed.
The hexer dressed as a gypsy slowly tries to steel herself, seeming either awestruck or horrified—I'm not sure which. She clears her throat, moves her hands down her dress as though she's smoothing wrinkles, and then sits down when her legs refuse to offer her support.
"The night stalker? Is he here?" she asks, piquing my interest. How does she know about Kane if she didn't know about me until right now.
"You know about Kane? How?" I prompt, leaning forward.
"Dark ones run with dark ones, and you have the darkness and the light burning in your soul—two sides of the same coin. And the dark user? Is he with you?"
How does she know so much and so little about me at the same time? And she didn't answer my question.
"Neither are with me. Kane was sent to prison, and I'm—well, Gage and I need to stay away from each other. How do you know about them?"
She takes a weary breath, seeming uncertain for a moment, but then she finally exhales, releasing enough anxiety to almost be tangible.
"Because long ago, I hexed your night stalker."
I'm stunned, really. This bitchis the one?
My chair scrapes across the floor as I jump up, but Chaz's strong arms wrap around me, restraining me. Bastard!
"I'm only giving you one warning, Chaz. Let me the fuck go!"
