Page 59 of Luna
Somehow, I let Prescott and Knight convince me to have dinner with all four men tonight. It had gone surprisingly well.
Knight and Prescott have hit it off—the two of them a little too similar for my liking.
Prescott likes to say he’s the sunshine to my rain clouds, and now it feels like Knight is trying to be the same. There’s only so much positivity I can put up with in one go.
It’s crazy to think I used to be like them.
No, I’m just another cynic.
But seriously, Knight is so fucking easy to like. He’s all charm and happiness—until he remembers that his sister is missing.
He admitted it feels like a part of him is missing, and that just about broke my heart.
Mack doesn’t talk much, but it makes his words have more impact when he does.
I can feel his eyes on me anytime we’re in the same vicinity. Not in a creepy way, but like he wants to make sure I’m okay or still there or something.
I like it more than I want to admit.
Ven is the hardest to pinpoint. He definitely broods, and he’s more impulsive than Knight and Mack combined. But he’s also easy to talk to.
I like all three of them, and I kind of hate it.
My phone dings, pulling me from my thoughts. I grab it from my purse, smiling when I see it’s Lark.
LARK
Check your email.
Johan was able to find some surveillance footage.
I don’t know how he managed it, and I’m not asking any questions.
I haven’t had time to look at it yet, but I sent it over anyway.
We’re still working on getting through his firewall.
LUNA
That must be driving you crazy.
LARK
You have no idea.
Whoever he hired, they’re good. I’ll give him that. Just not as good as me and Johan.
I’ll let you know as soon as we have something.
LUNA
Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It’s after midnight there.
LARK
Time is an illusion, a construct made out of human memory.
LUNA
