and he moved behind her, taking her back. Something she seemed okay with, which he was counting as a win. Grace pulled up another chair and sat beside her, her gaze locking on her mate. There was no missing what she was telegraphing to Chaos. Upset Luna and she would have his balls, and not in a good way. Gunner suppressed a grin.
Chaos planted his ass on another desk, not missing her look, trying to make himself less intimidating as well. It wasn’t working.
Luna, however, sat motionless, shoulders square. “Ask,” she said.
“Tell us when you’ve had enough, okay?” Chaos said.
She nodded, her fingers curled into tight fists.
“How long were you with him?” Chaos asked.
Her knuckles turned white. “I’ve been with him since I was seven years old. He came with his demons to my home. They killed my mother, and he took my brother and me.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Gunner’s heart did an almighty smack against the back of his ribs. She’d been with that motherfucker since she was seven. He felt sick to his stomach. And going by his brothers’ expressions, he wasn’t the only horrified one in the room.
“Do you know where your brother is?” Chaos asked gently.
“Dead.” Her fingers dug deeper into her palms, and Gunner had to force himself not to stop her from hurting herself.
“Do you know where the demon is?”
She shook her head. “His blood, it’s…still inside me, but not as strong after feeding from Gunner. I can’t feel him right now. He’s most likely concealing himself. But I’ll feel him again when he wants me to.”
Gunner moved to her other side, needing to see her face.
“And will he want you to?” Chaos asked gently.
Her lids lowered, hiding her eyes. “Yes. He’ll come for me. I have no doubt about that.”
“Do you want him to?” Gunner asked before he could stop himself.
Her gaze shot to him. “No,” she said, voice shaking before she turned back to Chaos. “But if I leave here, if I let him find me, I could kill him.”
Jesus. “Luna…”
“I can do it. I can. He won’t lock me away, not right away. He’ll want to question me like you’re doing now. But he’ll have to sleep sometime. I’ll take his head the way Grace showed me.”
Gunner crouched down in front of her, vibrating with fear and anger. “You don’t put yourself in harm’s way, not for anything. I’ll be the one who kills that motherfucker. Understand?”
She stared at him with wide eyes, then her jaw tightened and she nodded.
Shit. She was doing the freezing thing again. Like she thought he’d lash out, take a swipe if she moved a damn muscle.
Chaos cleared his throat. “What can you tell us about his powers? We’ve been on the receiving end of them enough times this last year to know how strong he is. He’s caused havoc. Hurt so many people. How is he blocking and controlling the demons?”
Her gaze slid past Gunner, back to Chaos. “It’s not him.”
Chaos frowned. “Then who?”
She blinked her slow blink, her tiny body stilling even more, unnaturally so. “Me and Ronan, well, his powers anyway.”
“You?” Gunner said, rocking back.
Her gaze moved to Silas. “Do I still have nothing to fear from any of you?” she asked. “What about not holding anything against me?”
All color had drained from Grace’s face. She’d lost people, lost fighters, friends, because of Luna’s and her brother's powers. He saw doubt, anger, fear slide through Grace’s eyes. If he didn’t get to the truth, and quickly, Grace would lose it.
Her mate noticed too, and he crooked a finger at her. She went to him immediately, and he tugged her into his side, his big hand cupping the back of her head as he leaned in and said something for her ears only.
Luna watched, emotionless, eerily still. Waiting. Waiting for them to attack.
Fucking hell.
“Why did you help him, Luna? Did he threaten you, force you?” Gunner asked, fucking hating himself for even saying the words.
That emotionless gaze shifted back to him.
“Luna…”
“Are you going to lock me up now?”
“No, but you need to talk to us. Make us understand.”
“Will my motivation make a difference?” she asked. “How can you look at me, bear to have me under the same roof, knowing what I’ve done?”
Silas moved closer, his silver eyes locking with Luna’s violet ones. “Tell them. You are not the monster you believe you are.”
Her throat worked, the only outward sign of emotion. “He started feeding me his blood when I was sixteen…when I woke up