Page 95 of Knight’s Absolution

Rocco approached her friend and Spencer tipped his head back, eyes wide as the massive knight crowded him.

“That’s definitely him?” Gunner asked.

“Yes, it’s him. Now please, take me down.”

Rocco was talking low as Laz and Zenon moved around him as well. Luna glanced back up at Gunner. His eyes were closed.

“What are you doing?”

“Searching for demons.”

“And?”

“I can only sense demi.”

Tension slid from her. Spencer would never purposely do anything to hurt her, but they could have followed him.

Rocco lifted a hand, waving them down without looking away from his prey.

Finally, Gunner scooped Luna up, walked to the edge of the building, and stepped off. His wings caught the air so they drifted smoothly to the alley floor below. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, Luna ran to Spencer.

“Luna!” Gunner barked out.

She didn’t miss the older male’s shocked expression when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before his arms finally lifted and he hugged her back. She looked up at him and smiled as tears slid down her cheeks. “I thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re okay.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Don’t panic, they’re happy tears.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed several times before he finally croaked out, “Happy tears?” He blinked. “So it’s true? How did this happen? You can really feel everything?”

She nodded as more of those damned tears fell. “Yes.”

Spencer made a pained sound that had her frowning. “What is it?”

He cupped her face. “I thought you were faking it when you called me, that you were giving me some kind of sign, that you needed help…if I’d known…” His expression became pained. “I’m sorry,” he whispered so softly only she would hear.

She turned as someone else walked around the corner, tall, so tall, and so incredibly pale. Luna froze and tried to pull away from Spencer, but he held on. She glanced around, but no one was reacting. It was as if they couldn’t see him striding toward her.

The air around the tall male rippled like heatwaves. She recognized the power instantly. This was the male who had taken her brother’s power. She was about to yell, to let Gunner know, but the male lifted his head—

Violet eyes identical to her own stared back. Her legs went weak, but Spencer held her up.

“Luna?” Gunner said, moving toward her.

But it was too late, the male…her brother, lifted his arms out toward her and she and Spencer were surrounded by his power, pulled into it.

Gunner yelled and ran toward her, the other knights doing the same. But they couldn’t see her. Gunner reached for her, but he couldn’t touch her. Mayhem erupted around them as the knights and Grace’s crew searched frantically for her.

Ronan moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. She stared up at him in shock when he stopped in front of her, when he looked down, his face so familiar, so precious. He was a man now, but he was her brother, she was in no doubt.

He cupped the side of her face, skin cool. “Sister.”

“You’re alive?” She grabbed his arms as more happy tears began to flow.

“Yes.” He looked down at her, his expression smooth, not a trace of outward emotion showing. Just the way she used to be. “They took you from us. I’ve come to take you home.”

“No, they didn’t take me. Gunner rescued me.”

“That’s what they want you to believe, but they only want you for your power, Luna,” he said and glanced at Gunner. Her knight was close, close enough to touch but impossible to reach. He was yelling…no, roaring her name, his expression lined with rage, filled with pain, with anguish.