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The woman's entire demeanor changed as she practically spat her words at me. "Don't let this bitch talk to us like that. She needs to know who her Luna is." Sierra spoke with newfound confidence. "You really sound like a Luna." I praised her, thanking her for her strength. "That's because we are, Claire. Were both Luna's." Her proud voice echoed in my head. I could've sworn I stood a little straighter at Sierra's encouraging words. "Killian is my mate." I kept my voice hard, and tried to wipe any emotion from my face. "My name is Claire MIller." I could feel my eyes darken, but I refused to let my gaze waver.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.