MORIA
It is just their side profiles.
But it’s enough to tell me that it is one male and one female.
Both extremely tall, with hair the color of ink and skin that reflects the fluorescent street lights like freshly waxed porcelain.
They stop in the middle of the road, glancing this way and that.
Something about them causes my tongue to turn to ashes in my mouth and my heart is threatening to beat itself out of my chest.
And just when I think this is it, they take off running down the street.
I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding in the first place and whirl on Tristen who crosses the space to rest against the same wall as me.
“Who the f**k were those people Tristen and why were we hiding from them?”
No answer.
“Tell me what is going on and what is a blood moon anywa
