Chapter: 62

I needed to stop thinking about Sera, and evidently, I couldn't do that with my own willpower.

Luna Noire pulsed with soft jazz, velvet walls muting the outside world, pulsing lights casting everything in a bruised-red glow. Wolves lounged on curved leather banquettes, glasses in hand, their laughter feral and unfiltered.

The bar gleamed like obsidian under candlelight, and, like a sailor to the call of a Siren, I moved towards it, drawn by the promise of momentary distraction.

The distraction came quicker than I expected when Gavin and I climbed onto the bar stools-next to Ethan.

"I know why I'm here," I started, eyeing my ex-and most likely future- brother-in-law. "Why are you?"