Page 90 of Moon Claimed

I perched on the desk. “I heard about you and Foley. He was being a dick in the spa, but he’s stopped now. He was only doing it for your attention.”

Crap,Foley, Rhona, and Laura were in the same unit. I’d need to monitor them in the next grid and split them up if necessary.

“I don’t care about him.”

I studied her. “People fall out of love all the time.”

“I chose him because I’d never love him.”

Smart choice. I stilled at the thought and her words struck me in the gut. Sascha’s accusation flashed in my mind.

You use sex as a weapon.

Was there something to his words?

Rhona didn’t like to say goodbye. I didn’t like to be said goodbyeto.Neither of us got in too deep. We specifically chose men that would allow us to get what we needed without posing a threat. Looking back, I could say that I chose Logan for his body. But if I was honest, I chose him because he annoyed me outside the bedroom.

Nothing would have ever come of it.

Shit.I really did do that.

Rhona leaned back, and I caught sight of her reading material. “You’re reading Mum’s journal.”

“Is there a problem with that?”

She was angry withme, that much was clear from her flat tones.

Why?

She was readingI’m 18.“Not at all. Maybe you’ll find something in them that I didn’t. I’m finishing up with the last one.”

I had to break the news about Murphy to her soon—before she got her hands onI’m 19and discovered what he became. It wasn’t ideal for her to get a look at the symptoms of a werewolf transformation though… maybe I’d remove some pages to protect myself.

“If you want the first six journals, let me know. They’re out at the cabin.”

“The cabin,” she echoed in a strange voice.

I crouched and tried to peer at her face. She rarely wore her hair down, and the long curtain hid her face. “Seriously, Rhona, what’s up? I thought we sorted out the Sascha thing.”

She finally met my gaze. “So did I.”

Her scent was bouncing all over the place. Her words weren’t false, that’s all I could glean. Other than that, I’d guess that she wasn’t sure what to feel. “You need to help me out here. I have no idea what you’re upset about.”

“I felt bad for going to Heather after our chat this morning,” she said, hardly blinking. “I sent her out of the security room and felt like a piece of shit for looking over the footage. Like doing that was a betrayal to you.”

Shit.

Rhona knew what I was.

I said nothing, unwilling to condemn myself.

“You said Sascha Greyson turned up this morning. That you’d cleaned for hours last night and fell asleep naked.” She laughed, shaking her head. “What a joke. You left your cabin in your car just before seven.”

Leaning forward, she extracted her phone and unlocked it to reveal a picture. Of me in Ella F. Dated and with a time.

Not that I didn’t already know she was right.

But whatelsedid she know?

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