Dad glanced at the woman, then at me, "—she says she knows who sent those men tonight. And she'll talk, but only to the Luna."He set the tart on my bedside table."I brought dessert anyway." "Well, isn't this a remarkably convenient coincidence?" I raised one eyebrow, eyeing the tart Dad had just produced as if he'd pulled it from thin air."Quite the coincidence," Dad shook his head, carving off a generous slice and handing it to me on a flimsy hospital napkin. "Enjoy, sweetheart."I took a bite. Salty, sweet, buttery absolutely perfect. My wolf practically purred. Then I directed my question toward the woman still crumpled on the floor. "So... what brings you here, miss?"The woman pushed herself up onto her knees. Sharp cheekbones, dark hair plastered to her temples with harbour mist. Her scent hit me a second later, it felt wrong. She's definitely not a wolf or maybe using scentless pills. She stared at the slice of tart in my hand, then at my stomach, then back up at my face.
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