Beneath The Crescent Moon {TMT #3}

Chapter 15

Something within me broke at those words. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Please," I whispered, letting my emotions out for the first time in a long time. "Just tell me what's going on."

Mik rubbed his right palm across his face, letting out a dejected sigh. "It's complicated. Hell, even I don't know what I'm doing."

"Then just tell me. I know I can do something more to help." I took a step closer to him, yet at the same time making sure I was ready to fight back if he threatened to attack. "We all want Et Kar gone. Why can't you nor Cleo trust me with everything?"

"Trust isn't a word you should be using, Lena. You're partly one of them." Mik looked at me with his weary, beady eyes. "Cleo suspected you lied about something. He hasn't told me yet but he will give in soon."

My hands involuntarily shook and my back throbbed when I suddenly remembered Cleo's assault.

He hasn't told me yet. Mik just said the word "yet", which had to mean that Cleo was still alive somewhere. That bastard tried to kill me, or whatever it was that he wanted to achieve. As I began to remember how he had transformed from the Cleo I knew to a monster, anger and a little mix of fear clouded my other emotions. I had to find out what was going on, and it had to be the full story.

Taking a deep breath, I moved back to Lucifer's side and kneeled beside his slow, breathing frame. I took his bloody, slightly broken hand in mine before looking around. The dark shadows were there, deep down I knew it, but strangely they were quiet. I didn't even hear one utter. Just silence. Silence and darkness.

It should've been a good thing. I didn't know why it was so, but I should've been grateful for it. However, it just made fear grip me all the more.

Everything felt wrong now. Nothing was going the way it should've. Everything we had previously planned was useless now. Trying to defeat Et Kar without the Night Witch had been a stupid idea. A very stupid one. And deep down, I knew that as long as she and I were still alive, I doubted that we would ever achieve that goal.

"What were you and Lucifer fighting about?" I asked, gently rubbing my thumb across Lucifer's knuckles so as not to completely peel the already delicate flesh. Watching his slow breathing made something in me twist. The contact we shared faintly burned, made my body shiver and my breathing slightly difficult. "And why is he like this?"

Micaiah was silent for a while before I heard him speak in a soft tone, "I loved someone."

To say I was confused would be an understatement, but I chose instead to choke on the questions bubbling inside and allowed him to continue.

"It was unorthodox and dangerous, but we didn't care." He took a deep breath. Even in the growing darkness, I could see the raw emotion in his eyes, and also hear it in his voice. This monologue probably had something to do with his crazy search for the Night Witch, maybe it was some sort of revenge hunt.

I studied Mik while I thought this. He definitely had the look of a deranged hunter, but at the same time when his face softened, you could see the clear handsomeness and the laugh lines bracketing his mouth. It showed that there was indeed a time when he was just a normal someone.

Trying to find the relation between her and the Night Witch, I questioned him again, "Was she killed by a Night Witch?"

At my question, Micaiah smiled bitterly, "She is a Night Witch."

As soon as those words came out, my blood ran cold. I let go of Lucifer's hand and stood up slowly, not believing what I was hearing.

No. It can't be right. This can't be right.