Moon is looking deep into my eyes, and I can tell that something he sees disturbs him. His expression changes. His tone becomes hard and inflexible. "You're taken in by the outer facade. The darkness I carry is hidden on the inside." His fingers thread through my hair and he tightens the strands within his fists to make a point. "The things I do are cold and calculated. Don't be fooled and think I'm good, baby."
I don't believe him. "Tell me about your mother." I need Moon to be my knight in shining armor. I need him to be good and worthy of the feelings that are raging through me.
His expression doesn't change, but his words surprise me. "She would have liked you."
I laugh because he has no idea. "Mothers never like me," I tell him. I'm not putting myself down, just stating fact. I see
