Page 23 of Moon Claimed

“My sympathies. And empathies. A similar thing happened to me not long ago.”

This lady was eccentric, no doubt about it, but her words were heartfelt. “My sympathies and empathies back to you, Mrs Le Spyre.”

“Real talk time. My mate says your family is at war with werewolves. True or false?”

My heart hammered. “What?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I know about all the supernatural stuff.”

Shedid?

Something else stole my attention though. “Did you saymate?”

“Kyros is a vampire. I am too. One week old.”

What. The. Fuck.

Vampires exist?

My body chilled. I mean, I knew other stuff had to be out there, but this woman was from Bluff City.

Five hours away.

“So,” she drew out in the silence. “Vampires—Vissimo—are kind of territorial. And a little elitist. They’re a bit snobby about discussing other races. What’s the go with werewolves?”

Swallowing hard, my mind rushed for an out. For all I knew, she was recording this conversation. “You’ll need to excuse me, Mrs Le Spyre. I only found out recently.”

That was vague enough. I hoped.

Her voice lowered. “You didn’t know?”

“Nope.”

“And you grew up in the valley? That’s bullshit. Been there, done that. Hated it. All I can say is that things do get better. If you need to talk, well, I actually am really busy and super rich, but leave a message with Evie and she’ll pop a call through when I’m free.”

Weirdly, my chest loosened at her offer.

She wasn’t a steward. Was that it? I had so many secrets at this point and something to hide from everyone. Even Rhona and Wade. Talking about my troubles to an unbiased ear—someone who’d mated with a supernatural creature—would be incredible. “Thank you. That means a lot. Really. And if you have any business questions, don’t hesitate to call. I’m busy, but not super rich, so leave a message and I’ll pop a call through myself.”

The woman laughed. “I like you. Gotta go,Truth Rangestime.”

Billionaires watched that crap? The line beeped. I grinned.Did she hang up?

She did.

I liked her too.

The door burst open.

I sagged. “Christ, Wade.”

He kicked the door shut. “Hey, baby girl. Busy?”

“Only extremely. Hey, do you know the name Le Spyre?”

“Basilia Le Spyre is the seventh richest person in the world. Like, crazy powerful. I want to use the word camp, but I’m not so sure I understand what it means.”

Did you know she’s a vampire?“Do you know other supernatural races exist?”