Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

Anya turned away to hide the pain she knew must show in her eyes. They’d done this to her with cold deliberation. No doubt, they’d planned to let her die when her usefulness was over. The pain washed away on a tidal wave of black hatred. She wished Latham was still alive, so she could kill him herself.

But maybe if it was poison, they could reproduce the antidote. She forced herself to ask the question. “Does your doctor have a cure?”

“Not yet, but we won’t stop until we find it.”

She wanted to believe him, but she doubted it would be so simple. The Agency had spent years and billions of dollars doing all kinds of research; if they’d wanted her to die, they wouldn’t have given her anything easily cured. Her doubts must have shown on her face.

Sebastian leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. “We will find it,” he said. “We’ve spent too much time searching for you to let you go now.”

“You’ve been looking for me? Why?”

“Tasha found out you existed about six months ago, and we’ve been looking ever since. For you and your sisters.”

“I have other sisters?”

“At least two more, we think. We believe that’s why you were sent to kill me, we’d gotten too close. Now, as much as I would like nothing more than to crawl into that bed and forget about the rest of the world for a very long time, there’s someone who’s been waiting to see you.”

He stood up, and for the first time she noticed a blood stain on his shirt. “You were hurt?”

“It’s nothing. It will heal once I shift.”

“So why haven’t you shifted.”

He shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Why?”

He came back and stood looking down at her, studying her. “The answer is—” Head down, he was silent for a moment, “—I just don’t know.” She thought he meant to tell her no more, then he sighed. “The truth is, from the moment I saw you, you called to something inside me. It’s strange, many in the pack form bonds, they mate for life, but while I’ve had women, I’ve never mated, always been alone, and been happy that way. For the first time, I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Now you know. Think about it.” He whirled around and left the room.



Anya sat staring at the door, warmth stealing over her as she considered his words. A moment later, it opened and a woman entered. Anya knew who she was. She remembered her briefly from the Agency, and she had seen her inside Maria’s head. Natasha, her sister.

She was small, much smaller than Anya, with long red hair pulled back in a plait, revealing a pointed face and huge golden eyes. Those eyes stared into hers, and Anya was flooded with a mindful of information. More sensation than actual thoughts, she caught brief flashes of a life, running through the forest, a black-haired man with green eyes…

Natasha held her gaze, eyes wide and Anya realized her sister must be having the same experience. She shook her head, glanced away and the contact was lost.

“Sorry,” Tasha said. “I didn’t know that would happen.” She studied her, head cocked to one side. “We don’t look much alike.” Then she grinned. “Nothing alike in fact. I’m Tasha.”

“I remember.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Sebastian wouldn’t let anyone else sit with you. Which was interesting.”

It was, and Anya filed the fact away to think about later. Now she wanted to know about her sister. “Sebastian said you were looking for me. Thank you.”

Tasha shrugged. “I always wanted a sister.”

“Me too.”

Suddenly, Anya couldn’t keep the tears from falling. They welled up in her eyes, rolled down her cheek. That someone she had never met should care enough to come after her. The thought wiped away the bitterness of all the betrayals in her life.

Tasha hurried the last few steps to the bed. “Hey, I’m not that bad.”

Anya smiled through the tears. “They’re good tears not bad.”

Tasha’s face turned solemn for a moment. “I know.” She gestured to the bed. “Can I join you?”

Anya nodded, and Tasha climbed into the big bed and settled herself back on the pillows. She reached out and took Anya’s hand. “I predict we’re going to be lifelong friends.”

Anya bit her lip. Just how long was her life going to be? She pushed the thought away. No matter how long she had left, she could enjoy this moment. “Tell me,” she said.

Tasha’s lips curved into a grin. “Tell you what?”

“Everything. Tell me everything.”

Hours later, she drifted off into sleep, her hand still clasped in Tasha’s.



When she woke, the room was in darkness. She raised her head, and a small moan escaped her. Behind her eyes, she could feel a dull throbbing ache.

Time had almost run out.





Chapter Eleven





Sebastian stared at the doctor. “There has to be something you can do.”

Connor shook his head. “There’s nothing. I’ve never seen anything like this poison. Given long enough we could break it down, find out what’s in there, but we don’t have long enough.”

Sebastian took a deep breath. “How much time do we have?”