Page 31 of Luna
“Okay…”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “The alpha in question is Fabian.”
“As in your brother?”she practically growls.
“The one and the same.”
“You told them no?”
I suck in another deep breath, fighting against the tears threatening to overwhelm me. “At first. They’re part of an MC in Florida. Three men, whom I thought were alphas. I felt guilty about saying no, but I have to take my mental health into consideration, right?”
Lark hums.“You do, but you haven’t told me everything.”
“I haven’t. It turns out that one of the men I thought was an alpha is an omega—and it’s his twin sister Fabian has.”
She curses.“You don’t have to take the case, Luna. We can find someone else to help them.”
“Can we? Because they were referred to me because no one else would touch the case. I know what Fabian is capable of, Lark. Can I really leave her in his hands? Can I hand it off to another lawyer who won’t understand and may not care? I told them I’d think about it and sent Prescott to show them to the B&B.”
“If this is going to break you, then yes, you can.”
Her words make me straighten my shoulders. “He hasn’t broken me yet, and he never will.”
“Of course not. That’s not what I meant.”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair as a stray tear streaks down my cheek. “I know it’s not, but if I don’t do this, then I’m letting him win, aren’t I? Someone needs to stand up to him.”
“Maybe, but that person doesn’t have to be you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing until I’m sure I won’t burst into tears. “I think it does have to be me.”
“So you’re going to take the case.”
“I think I am.”
I hear someone call out to her in the background and sigh. “I can let you go if there’s something you need to do.”
“Absolutely not. There’s nothing more important than being here for you.”She pauses, speaking to someone, her voice muffled.“Why don’t you lie down? Close your eyes and see if you can nap. You must be exhausted after dealing with all of this.”
I want to argue with her, but I can already feel myself fading. “Maybe for a few minutes,” I murmur as I settle under my blankets.
“I have to tell you what Noah did the other day,”Lark starts in on a story, and I can feel her voice lulling me to sleep.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but when I blink my eyes open, I see she’s still on the phone.
“Lark?”
“Did you have a good nap?”
“I did. You didn’t have to stay on the phone while I slept. What time is it, anyway?”
“It’s a little after four, and before you freak out about me staying on the phone, I’ve been working. I wanted to be here in case you woke up needing me.”
And this is why she’s my best friend.
“Thank you, Lark.”
Before she can respond, the sound of my doorbell ringing has me sitting up.
