Read Online River Cast: Part Two in the Tale of Lunarmorte by Samantha Young - Free Book Online

I never thanked you for supporting me
without question. I am part Midnight and you refused to judge me for that. Thank
you.”
    “ Caia!”
Lucien grabbed her chin, jerking her eyes up to meet his own. He
looked angry and sad... and frustrated. “You have nothing to
apologise for. You. Are. Not. Your mother.”
    A tear she didn’t even
know had appeared slid down her cheek, and he caught it with his
thumb, rubbing the salty liquid into her skin.
    “ Do you
really believe that?”
    His eyes widened in
disbelief. “Of course. Caia...”
    “ I’m scared,
Lucien,” she whispered.
    He pulled her gruffly into
his arms and she sighed, inhaling him, clinging to him like a life
boat.
    “ You’re not
her. They will see that. You have to know that.”
    Thoughts of
those Midnight traces she had been feeling trickled down towards
her tongue. She needed to tell someone. Maybe Lucien would understand. Maybe
it was a mistake. Maybe...“There’s something I-”
    Tap tap
tap
    Lucien groaned, “Sorry,
that’ll be room service.”
    Caia pulled back, grinning
tremulously. “You ordered food already?”
    He grinned wolfishly back.
“Of Course. We haven’t eaten in-”
    “ Three
hours.”
    He laughed and got up to
open the door. “Bring it on in, thank you.” He stood aside as a guy
in a waiter’s uniform pushed a trolley of food into the room. The
guy nodded briskly and left quickly.
    “ You’re
unbelievable.” Caia chuckled, watching him lift dish after dish up
to inhale the aromas. Her own stomach started to ache in
protest.
    “ Hey.” He
grinned again, almost licking his lips. “Thought I’d cash in on
your powerful pull with these people and get me a proper meal
before prep work tomorrow. I will need all the sustenance I can get
if we’re gonna kick some evil Midnight ass.”
    Caia’s face fell. Well,
there went that window.
    “ You wanna
join?”
    “ Uh no.” She
shook her head and made for the door. “I’m tired.”
    “ OK. Hey.” He
frowned. “Didn’t you have something to tell me?”
    She locked on to his
concerned gaze and wished she did. But her previous instinct had
been right. Hating Midnights was too ingrained in a Daylight to
make what she had to say understandable.
    And Marita was right. She
needed all the allies she could get.
    “ No, not
really. Night.”
    “ Night.”
     
    ***
     
    “ You’re late,”
he reproached darkly, watching beneath his lidded eyes as the large
man walked sedately into the room.
    “ I had a few
issues to deal with before coming here,” the distinguished magik
said in his heavy accent, before brushing off a chair and easing
into it. He straightened the lapels on his long wool coat before
crossing his leg over the other in a gesture that was at once
elegant and masculine.
    “ I have
people to get back to. I don’t have the luxury of your abilities,
remember.”
    “ Well, be
quick with your news, by all means.”
    “ My contact
tells me you have a problem, Nikolai.”
    Nikolai chuckled, lifting
his hands up in a gesture of disbelief. “I would really like to
know how you... have contacts within my Coven.”
    “ I’m very
old, Nikolai. I have had many years to garner enough knowledge in
which to blackmail people.”
    “ Of
course.”
    “ My contact
told me your problem goes by the name Pierre Du Bois.”
    Nikolai stiffened. “What
is Du Bois up to now?”
    “ You know
him?”
    “ Da. He is a
thorn to say the least. What is he up to?”
    He shrugged. “My contact
doesn’t know.”
    “ You believe
your contact?”
    “ Yes. Let’s
just say he has no pain threshold.”
    “ You must
watch your methods. If we want our plan to work we must present the
right image.”
    He nodded. “Believe me, I
know. Don’t worry about me. You better find out what Du Bois is up
to, Nikolai.”
    “ I have every
intention of doing so. If it’s what I think he is up to, it will
provide me the perfect opportunity to have him…
misplaced.”
    A silence settled upon