Chapter 111

While I’d initially been searching for Asher, it hadn’t been my intention to go scurrying to him, squealing about his younger brother’s lack of boundaries and basic respect for women.

I squashed the part of me that wondered why Brandon was such an ass, especially towards his older brother, reminding myself it wasn’t my job to figure him out.

There were far more worrisome things that had my attention, like murderous witches and plotting vampires.

‘You should have let me come out.’ Maya huffed for the third time, her bloodlust not at all satiated. It felt nice leaving him groaning in the sand, his beer overturned and forgotten. Maya’s version of justice held the ruthlessness of a Luna. ‘A nasty scar—or a hand, that would teach him. He’d never touch us again.’

‘I won’t be known as the Luna who bites off hands.’ I told her pointedly but snorted when she snapped her teeth.