She rolled her eyes. "Why would I lie? My life is at stake here. Do you seriously believe I can open the portal with the dark book? I'm not the Dark Luna, nor am I that powerful. All I want is to find Anda and ask her what happened. But I was targeted, I ended up running for my life instead."
So Mora was not the one who trapped him? She was not the one who went to the underworld and made him drink a potion that rendered him powerless? If not, then who?
Standing up, Mora asked when the man didn't say a word, "That's why Morgana sent you, right? To help me? To stay away from the demon hunters who want my head?"
He nodded.
Raising that eyebrow at him again, she said, "You are quiet."
"I'm thinking of getting some rest for now."
"Though werewolves don't need much sleep."
"Need and want are two very different things. Sleep is quite restorative," he added.
She sat up in her chair and looked at him expectantly. "Where are you staying?"
