All Chapters of Luna of the Menae: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Another knock at the door interrupts Lady Camille and Delilah while they explain the complexities of suppressing the dark magic. Bronx excuses himself and answers the door. We all stop and turn when he bursts out laughing in the doorway.“Codi girl, what are you wearing?” Bronx laughs harder when he raises her high in the air. “Uncle Bonx! Codi a weretiger like Swagga!” She is wearing a winter beanie hat, orange with black stripes and cat ears sewn on top. Her shirt is neon green with a jack-o’-lantern face and her leggings are hot pink. I chuckle at the ballet slippers that finish her chaotic look.“Leticia bought her the hat.” Klay stands quietly in the doorway with his hands clasped in front of him and watches them. “Beta Milo had to take care of a few security matters for tomorrow’s ceremony. He asked me to escort Miss Codi to visit her cousins before it’s time for the nanny to put her down for bedtime.”“Thank you, Klay. Please come in.” Bronx steps to the side and closes the do

“Get up.” Saint pulls me back from a dreamless sleep. “We have to get out of here, Bronx. Get up.”I inhale a sharp breath. The scent of astringent burns my nose. It makes me groan and forces my eyes open. I’m in the hospital, but it doesn’t smell like Blood River.“Saint? Which hospital is this?” I reach up to rub my eyes, but pain shoots down my arm. I look down at the sling, keeping it in place. “The photographer shot me?”“Yeah. Now we’re in a human hospital.” He sounds calm, but is not willing to sit around any longer. “We have to get out of here.”“Human hospital.” I try to recall what happened. My heart skips when I remember the details. “Codi.”Time to move. I have to get out of here and find Codi and Klay. I ignore the pain and sit up. Wires and tubes stick out from my skin. I pull them out and slide off the bed. When my feet touch the floor, I feel myself wobble, so I lean against the side of the bed.“Saint, give me an assessment.”“Forty cal to the shoulder. Nicked artery,

I look back at the Menae. A soft golden glow engulfs the outside of their circle, spiraling inward. The light creates a gentle, strobing effect that matches the cadence of their song. As curls its way toward the center, goes to the center, it turns red, then silver, then blue, and finally violet. The alluring lights grow brighter and seem to dance in a spiraling pattern around the women.The women sing like they’re a practiced choir. At the center of the circle, their collective energy creates a white light around Kas. It gets brighter by the second, until it’s impossible to see her. The floating crown shines black with deep purple flames, brighter than the energy Menae release. Five jets of jewel toned fire rise out of the spires high into the night sky. As they touch the crystalline bubble, they expand and turn into spotlights. The spotlights extend to the clouds, breaking them apart like they are nothing more than a simple vapor. The crowd gasps, then claps and cheers at the specta

The room is still dark with the shades drawn. I can see Kas’s figure under the covers. I motion for Tyree to hold his position and silently step inside letting the door close behind me.“You okay, Baby?” I whisper loudly. The lump under the covers moves slightly, but Kas doesn’t answer me. I take a small step forward and hear a little squeak from under the blankets. It’s a familiar sound, but my mind can’t place when she would have made it before.“Is something wrong with our mate?” Saint paces and whines. “Check on her! Quick!”“Kas?” I approach the bed and see the covers move again, but still no answer. “Saint, just… I don’t know… stay close to the surface?” My heart beats hard as I grab the edge of the blanket trying to prepare myself for whatever is underneath. “One… Two…”“Whoa! Do you smell th-” Saint stops pacing, but it’s too late.“Three!” I throw back the covers and brace myself. The scent that overtakes the room makes me freeze on the spot.Kas is on her back with her eyes

How do I explain Hephaestus to you? Well, I’ll say this much: the man is a damn genius. He’s always inventing something. One time he told me he has inventions in mind, but he needs to create other inventions first in order for those ideas to work. Who thinks like that?Hephaestus is also a proud man. He doesn’t like to talk about his disability and can be temperamental if he thinks people are coddling him. I haven’t read much about him, but I get the sense that people deceived a lot in the past. It hardened him and made him wary of everyone.He mutters under his breath a lot. I tried listening to him one time, but it sounded like it was in Ancient Greek. He keeps a lot of little notebooks that flip open at the top. He has a habit of licking his pencil before he writes while he mumbles. A constant layer of grime covers him and all his belongings. The only exceptions are the contraptions he makes for people. He makes sure he polishes his mechanical inventions to a high shine, as if they