Chapter 95-1
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As soon as the door closed, London straightened and cleared his throat. “I am not unfamiliar with
Morven’s brand of violence and torture. I have told Troy that I can have people available for you to
speak with.”
“He mentioned. Thank you, but I’m good.” Cocking my head, I studied the alpha. Snake River was
the smallest of the packs, but that didn’t mean that London was the weakest of the alphas. From
the little that I had seen, his pack was a tight-knit community, and between how far his brewery
and distillery distributions reached, I knew that they weren’t lacking in money.
Still, there was something odd about him. Something I couldn’t quite decipher. “What makes you
familiar with the things Morven likes to do behind closed doors?”
“That is a story for another day. For now, let me just say that I will not shed a tear over his loss.” He
pulled a file out of the desk. “My grandfather was a writer. He studiously journaled his entire life, and I made it a personal project of mine to read through them. He met the last null.”
“What?”
“She was a witch, obviously. I’ve never heard of a werewolf null, but she and my grandfather were
good friends. I’ve spent the last few weeks putting together this file with information that might
have some interest for you.”
While his fingers drummed on the file, I noticed that he wasn’t sliding it over. “You want something
in return,” I said flatly.
“Yes. Information. On Lunessa.”
Well, fuck. London just got more and more interesting. “You know her name. I didn’t even know it,
and I spent a few weeks in her den hiding from my father.”
“Yes, well, I knew Lunessa before she became the Maiden.”
Knowing that there was an application of sorts for the position, it didn’t surprise me, but it was
strange to think of any of the witches as having a life before they became part of the Darkwyn
Coven. Lunessa and London must have been close./
Friends. Enemies. Something a little more…intimate.
It struck me then, the reason that London seemed different. “You feel hollow.”
Immediately, his hand jerked back. “Excuse me?”
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Blinking, I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I don’t know all that much about Lunessa, and I’m not sure I’m all that comfortable talking about her with you.”
“She was hiding on your territory while I was there. Were the others with her?”
So he was going to continue with the questions anyway. Still, this seemed like an innocent question. “No. She came to help, on her own. According to Troy, the Crone was furious when she
found out.”
“As she should have been,” London said tightly. “Anya nearly killed her.”
I waited for another question, but his eyes glazed over as if he was lost in thought. “London? Anything else you needed to know?”
“How long ago was it that you were at the witch’s den? The first time? It couldn’t have been that long ago. You’re young.”
“Five years ago.”
“So she would have been part of the coven for just over a year when you met her. Did she seem
happy?”
“London, I was young, scared, and near death by the time I made it to them. All I can tell you is that they were kind to me. They helped me up until they kicked me out! For the record, Lunessa was against it. And when she thought I was in danger, she called.”
“Called? Magically?”
I smiled. “No, on a phone. And for the record, no. I couldn’t call her back. I did try. I don’t know if Lunessa is happy or not, but I know that she’s always been there when I needed her. She’s driven to help. Why do you care?”
“C-Curiosity,” he said abruptly. “As I said, we knew each other before she joined the coven. Here is your information. I do not know if it will help. Do you know who your mother was?”
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