Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA
"Excuse me. Can I... I want to ask you something."
Stella’s eyes lit up. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Of course, Dom. Anything. What is it?"
"The tea," I said, keeping my voice low. "The Luna. She drinks it all the time. Freda brings it in like it’s a religious ritual. What is it about? It doesn’t smell like a normal blend."
Stella sighed, a long, dramatic sound. She leaned in, looking around to make sure the hallway was empty. "Oh, that. It’s a tragic story, really. I pity the poor woman. I truly do."