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“What have I said before? Your family can protect themselves. You need to look after yourself first.” He pauses, reaching over to put on his glasses. “What’s the plan? Get married, kill your husband, and Katrina lives happily ever after?”
“Yes.”He gets it. About time.
“Where is your happiness? You having a husband might stop these night calls. You deserve good in your life, Luna. Why are you settling for less?”
“If I don’t, everyone will learn my secret.” I stand, agitated. “Then another war will happen, and I will lose Fin anyway. At least if I do it, it’s on my terms.”
“This is about control. Why do you feel like you’re losing it?”
“It’snotabout control. It’s either I kill him or my family does. An eye for an eye type of thing.”
“Does he treat you well?”
Why must therapists talk in circles?“Of course,” I say.This has nothing to do with the reason I’m here.
“Do you feel like you have to give up your independence?”
“No. It’s Fin. He understands how I work.”
“When you look at him, do you see his father?”
“No. When I look at him, I’m reminded why he had to lose a sister. Why I’m no good for him, because being with me will get him killed one day, so I might as well do it now. I’m reminded that he will leave me if he thinks he’s putting me in danger. When it’s the other way around. I’m no good for him. He’s better than me in every way.”
“Repeat after me.”
I roll my eyes. He gives me a look, and I raise my hands up defensively. “Fine.”
“I am worthy.”
Nope, not doing this.I shake my head.What the hell am I doing here?I raise my gun. I should have killed him a long time ago, like I killed my first therapist.
He ignores that I’m on the verge of losing it. “You need sleep, Luna. Go get some.”
He takes off his glasses and sinks back into bed. Dismissing me. I wish he were scared of me. I put my gun away.
“If I kill him, it’s your fault.”
“No, it’s not. And you know it. Take responsibility for your actions. Stop placing your emotions on others.”
“I hope you can’t sleep for the rest of the night,” I say brattily and leave his room, still not knowing what the hell I’m going to do.
Fin
AssoonasIwake up, I feel off. I have a spine-tingling sensation that chills me to the bone. I try to shake it off, knowing it’s from having to spend the night away from Luna. She has become my rock. I never used to sleep before her, and now that I’ve tasted a good-night’s sleep next to her, I need her, have grown dependent on her.
I call her brother and ask to see her, but he hangs up on me. Something about tradition and bad luck. So I take a shower, trying to shake off the feeling.
I call Luna, and it goes to voicemail.It’s nothing. I toss my phone on my unmade bed and watch it bounce. My fingers tingle and move like they’re warming up to play the piano. The thing is, I’m not that sophisticated. I don’t know the first thing about music.
A banging at my hotel room door sounds in the room. I toss my gun holster on over my naked chest while keeping one gun in my hand. Looking through the peephole, I see my uncle standing with his bodyguard. He goes nowhere without him now.
He walks in with a cane, scowling, and looks to be in pain. “Today is the day. You’re going to make me proud,” he says with a voice that doesn’t match the expression.
I step up, wrapping him in a hug. He’s the last of my blood relatives I have. He never had kids. He divorced four wives trying to get an heir before setting his sights on me.
“How are you feeling?”
He looks weaker than the last time I saw him. “I have cancer. How do you think I am?” he growls, taking a seat on the bed. His breath is heavy, and I look from him to his bodyguard, silently asking how his condition is. He gives me a face behind my uncle’s back, implying it’s not good. Before my uncle asked me to watch over Luna, the doctors told him he had stage-four terminal cancer. He didn’t confess it to me until the night I told him I was engaged.
