Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 8

Skye's pov :

He brought me back to the booth, where the food was already stacked , but I called over the waiter again. "Actually, I'll also have the special treat strawberry milkshake, and frozen yogurt with kiwi, strawberries, bananas, and extra nutella topping, please."

Nick raised an eyebrow, watching the waiter jot down my order. "Anything else? Or are you done fleecing me?"

I shrugged, biting back a smirk. "I don't know when I'll ever get the chance to come here again, so I may as well make it worth my while, right?"

Nick rolled his eyes, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Right. Let's bankrupt me in the process, while you're at it get the extra deluxe feast."

I would have chuckled if we were in any other situation, but I kept my face blank. For a while, we ate in silence, the clinking of silverware filling the space between us. Nick seemed perfectly content to sit there, sipping hot chocolate and playing with the empty glass vial, rolling it back and forth between his fingers again, daring me to try to steal it again. 

He took a long sip, enjoying how much the sound was annoying me, dragging out the moment, before finally breaking the silence "Did you know I don't drink coffee because it barely affects werewolves? Takes a hell of a lot more than that to get us going. Actually—"

I cut him off, my patience gone. "I don't give a damn about werewolf caffeine resistance." Something about the way I glared at him softened his eyes.

He looked at me over the rim of his cup, raising an eyebrow. "I'll give you some answers," he finally gave in. "But only for the right questions."

I frowned. "Why the conditions?"

He shrugged. "I need to trust you, and trust has to be earned, Skye. Besides, some answers are worth more than others."

The way he said it made my skin crawl. He was staring at me with an expression so intense that I couldn't shake the feeling he was sizing me up, like he expected something.

"So you want me to trust you when I'm in a cell in the verge of being whipped, but your trust is the one that needs to be earned? How do I know you won't lie?" I scoffed.

"Wrong questions."

"Fine." I took a breath, steadying myself. He wants to play a game, then we'll play it "Who are you to me?"

He gave a soft chuckle, his gaze unfaltering. "I'm Nick. Nothing less." 

"Aha! But you didn't say nothing more." I immediately replied.

"That's not a question, Skye" He replied

"Well that wasn't an answer," I snapped. He raised an eyebrow at me. I took a deep breath, and reformulated "I meant before—did we know each other?"

He took a long, slow sip, then set down his cup with deliberate care. "Let's just say...I know enough to want to see you safe."

"So you knew me enough to care about me?" I tried to read in between his words

"I know you're blessed by the moon, and I worship the moon, of course I'll care for anything that has its favor." He replied

It wasn't nearly enough. His response just raised more questions than it answered, and he knew it. The ghost of a smile played on his lips, as if he found this whole thing amusing.

I leaned in, pushing a little harder. "What does it mean to be blessed by the moon?"

He answered properly this time "Those blessed by it can harness its power for transformation—be it physical, emotional, or spiritual. They may find strength and guidance from the moon, almost as if it whispers secrets of the universe to them. There are no historical records of it ever blessing a human though, so if anything, you're the one who has to answer, how are you, a human, blessed by the moon?