Chapter 113


    When Bronxes back, he has Mrs.Miller in tow.Ie out of the bedroom with a big smile when I


    hear her voice.


    She is one of my favorite people.


    Left to our own devices, she and I can experiment with new recipes and trade technique ideas all day


    long.


    Bronx is carrying the ingredients I asked for.She is carrying a pizza box.


    As soon as she sets it down, I throw myself into her arms.


    "Oh, Luna, we have been so worried about you.I am d to see you back at home safe and sound,"


    sheforts me in a warm hug while she smoothes my hair.


    "I’m d to be back, Mrs.Miller," I grin, "I am going toe see you this week about ideas for


    sandwiches for the bakery."


    "Of course Luna.You know where to find me," she squeezes me a little harder before she says goodbye


    and takes her leave.


    Bronx takes our pizza to the living room so we can rx while we eat and talk.


    This is how he and I usually talk about pack or regent business when there are tough decisions


    involved.


    We have found it works better for us than being in one of our offices.


    Once we settle in, I take a huge bite of the pizza.It is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten.


    That may be my hungry stomach speaking on my behalf, but it really is delicious.


    "So where do you want to start?"


    Bronx gives me the option to talk about what I want.He knows me better than to make me talk about


    what he wants to hear first.We will get to it, eventually.I don’t even have to think about what I want to


    start with.It’s been on my mind since I woke up from my nap.


    "Can we start with James?" I request, wiping my mouth with a napkin.


    "Of course, Baby.You want to go first, tell me what happened? Or do you want me to tell you what we


    know?"


    "I can start," I give a quick nod before exining that I didn''t recognize his scent and that when I


    opened the bedroom door, I didn’t recognize him.


    He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, not his usual ck suit.


    "So, you don’t remember me telling you he would be out here?" Bronx looks confused.


    "I -I’m sorry, but I don’t remember that at all,"


    I frown, trying to recall any conversation about James being inside our apartment.


    "Alright, well, howe you didn’t just mind link Marco? Why act so aggressively? That''s not like you,


    Kas.I think that is the part we are so concerned about.You weren’t just trying to incapacitate an intruder


    to protect yourself.You tried to kill him," his tone is serious and firm, "Was Lex influencing you?"


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    "Excuse me?!"


    Lex growls, "You had better tell him it wasn’t my idea, Kas."


    "No.In fact, Elexis tried to stop me,"


    I use her full name for emphasis, "There was just this part of me that felt more...I don’t


    know...independent? No.Alone? That’s not right either."


    Bronx watches patiently as I try to find the right word.


    "Primal.No.Feral.Yeah.It felt like there was a part of me that was feral.Like I needed to attack him,"


    I look at him to see if heprehends.


    "Alright.Is there anything else I should know about that feeling?"


    His expression hints that he knows something I don’t.I’m confused by the question, "I-I don’t think so.I


    mean, I don’t feel like that anymore now.It’s over now."


    Bronx takes a bite of pizza and looks at me, clearly trying to figure out what to say.


    Finally, he cocks his head to the side, "Do you remember me bringing you back to the packhouse this


    morning from the woods?"


    "I remember you carrying me and I remember telling you I''m still mad at you...which I am...but that is a


    conversation for another night," I hold my hands up, not wanting to start an argument.


    "Hmm...Kas, do you know anyone named Cora?"


    "Not that I know of? Should I?"


    "I don’t know yet, Saint mentioned the name.How about a group called the Feral? Is that something


    you remember? Maybe it could be a group of wolves from Silver Moon? Or do you know if Silver Moon


    ever had witches on their territory?"


    "I never saw any witches.I definitely don’t remember any groups calling themselves the Feral.Why do I


    feel like we had this conversation?"


    "Nah, don’t worry about it," he brushes off my question, "But saying you felt feral and the fact that you


    wouldn’t eat human food, then involuntarily shifted in the hospital wing so Lex could go eat raw food


    makes me more and more feel like this was a group of witches that enchanted you or something."


    "I guess it could be? Maybe we could ask Delh if she had ever heard of a group like that.Once


    James is out of the hospital wing, though.I’m sure I stressed her out enough," I sigh, then take another


    bite of pizza, trying to push my worry down.


    I need to think about Delhter.We are still in business mode here, "Okay, your turn."


    Bronx puts his te down and adjusts his position before he looks at me, "So, we had James and


    Marcoe up here for guard duty since we didn''t know if the people who took you would try to show


    up again.They weren''t wearing their usual suits because they came within fifteen minutes of me


    mindlinking them.We all figured you would sleep most of the day.We positioned James inside, so if


    something happened that the hospital wing wouldn''t be able to handle, he could call Delh right away.I


    also didn’t want you in here by yourself.I know I told you I was leaving, but I didn’t know what your state


    of mind was going to be when you woke up.We definitely didn’t think it would be murdery."


    I squawk.


    "Sorry, that was uncalled for, but you get the idea,"


    he’s the one putting his hands up now, "Marco exined to Lenora that the maneuver was one they


    had taught you to use for extreme emergencies and had not really practiced it.So how did you know it


    would work?"


    "I could see it in my mind.Exactly where I needed to put my feet.Exactly how much pressure I needed


    in my hands, how far I would need to lean back so he couldn’t throw me off.It’s like it all instinctually


    calcted itself in my mind.I just had to execute with precision,"


    I shrug, "Looking back on it, I don’t know why I didn’t recognize his scent."


    "So, Kas, you should know, you were able to mostly heal him, but he is definitely going to have scars


    left on his neck.I don’t know what his mindset is right now.I just want you to be prepared that there


    could be a possibility he might not want toe back as your guard."


    "I-I, umm, okay," I swallow a hard lump forming in my throat.


    "It even freaked Marco out,"


    Bronx continued, "Lenora had to send him home with Musu."


    "Okay,"


    I fight back a feeling of panic, "Can we give them both some time off? Before they ask for it? Give them


    time to think about if they want to be my guards.I-I understand if they don’t but I don’t want them to


    decide right now.Maybe some time away could help."


    "Calm down, Baby.We will figure it out, but yes, we will give both of them some time off,"


    Bronx reaches out and takes my hand, "I have already talked to Tyree and Ashley is pulling a few guys


    from Milo’s ops team to cover guard duty for you."


    I p my hands on my cheeks, "What have I done, Bronx?"


    He doesn''t answer.He just looks at me sympathetically.I shake my hands out and stand up.


    ‘Just give me a minute,"


    I request, "It’s just...a lot."


    "It''s okay, Kas.Take your time."


    I wander into the kitchen and lean my arms on the counter and rest my forehead on my arms.I take a


    few deep breaths but it can’t stop the silent tears from rolling down my face.


    The only thing I can do is to pray to the Moon Goddess, to my mother that she won''t take my guards


    away from me.I feel Bronx’s hand rubbing my back.


    "Are you alright, Baby?"I shake my head.


    If I try to talk right now, it’s going to give my emotions away.I don’t want Bronx to worry about me even


    more.


    "Kas, I can feel how bad you’re hurting.Come on,e here," he tugs on the back of my shirt, making


    me stand up.


    I turn around and wrap my arms around him and let myself actually cry into his shirt.


    He smooths my hair and whispers that it’s going to be alright.


    When I finally calm down, he leads me back to the sofa, so we can finish talking about pack business.


    He tells me about the weird "coincidence" of seeing a video of the CEO of Santoro Industries being


    killed by one of my sisters and his wife calling to request a meeting with Bronx directly for MasonCo


    contract negotiations.


    "One of my sisters did that? But she couldn’t have attacked you.All the photos we have seen, she has


    silver hair and violet eyes like I do.I think you would have recalled that when you met me."


    "Yeah, we are still trying to figure out how it all connects, but I wanted you to know.We have seen these


    women do some messed up things, but never as far as killing someone."


    "You know what? I could go for that banana now.But only if it is covered in ice cream and chocte


    syrup," I say nkly.


    "Well, you havee to the right ce.Peeling bananas and scooping ice cream is my specialty.You’re


    on your own for the chocte syrup though," Bronx looks at me and smiles at his attempt at a joke to


    lighten the mood, officially ending talk of business for the night.