The Annihilator (Dark Verse #5)(59)

Before she knew what she was doing, her feet were flying. She began to run, full-throttle, away from the fire, away from the hell, away from the man, nothing but rage pulsing in her head. She couldn't believe he hadn't told her, couldn't believe he'd not given her a single indication that he knew something about her past.
As her feet led her over the cemented floor right to the main entrance, she heard him call out for her.
"Lyla."
Just one word, and her feet faltered before she righted herself. "Do you know my real name?"
He paused, his eyes watchful. "Yes."
Fuck him.
She broke out into a full-speed run.
She needed to get away from him, needed to get some space before she did something she would regret, like scratch his mismatched eyes out.
The emotions swirling in a tornado inside her, she exited into the block, moonlight ample enough to show her the eerie quietness. She hesitated, wondering if she should go through the way they'd come, or take the left toward an unknown area. She looked back to check where he was, only to see him walking casually toward her, his hands in his pockets, eyes intent on her.
She hated that he was approaching her so slowly, that there was no urgency in his chase as there was in her heartbeats.
Fuck him. The thought was on repeat in her mind.
She pivoted left, and began to run to her full speed, her smaller frame quick, more agile, her eyes taking in the area. Industrial block after block passed, the space for her to run narrowing as the final block she crossed opened on some kind of dock but without any boats, just a stream of water spanning the vantage.
Turning, she began to run parallel to the river, not knowing where she was going, just knowing she needed to get away as the cemented path giving away to softer soil.
After a few minutes of running, with her lungs burning and her calves screaming, she stopped, resting her hands on her knees, catching her breath as she looked around for him.
She was alone.
Had he given up on chasing her? Or was he giving her space?
And she was messed up because she hated that. She'd expected him to be at the corner, expected him to be barreling down and taking her with him. She'd expected him to be there, but he wasn't, not as far as the eyes could see. She was in a strange place, all alone, and it was dark.
Tired, she walked to the wooden dock, right over the river, and slumped down on the slabs.
She sat there quietly, looking over the river and to the other side, the bank more forested than this side, and she began to shake.
She didn't know if it was the adrenaline from the running, or the high of the power, or the aftermath of her first murder, or the discovery of her long-lost family. She didn't know what it was, but as her tremors intensified and her eyes began to burn, she stared mindlessly at the water, her mind collapsing again into a kind of numbness that was terrifying her.
Arms came around her, a warm body at her back, legs on each side of her, his masculine scent in her nose.
"Xander is with your brother."
Five words.
Five words that tilted her world on its axis all over again.
She gripped his arms to anchor herself, her chest heaving as a noise left her, the burn overpowering her eyes. The shivers wracked her frame and she cried out, sobbing as the facts hit her one after the other.
She had a brother.
Her baby was with her brother.
She had family.
Her baby had family.
Her sobs turned to hiccups and she stared at the water, her throat burning.
"He's a smart kid," he told her, and she soaked his words, letting them water the waiting, parched parts of herself. "I hired an old woman to take care of him for the first few years while I tracked your history and where you'd come from."
"He… he knows you?" she stumbled over the question, unable to believe it.
His arms gave her a squeeze. "He does. I talked to him, explained that he had family he had to go to, and he understood. He's sharp. Then, I placed him in an orphanage and led your brother right to him."
She swallowed. "What's… my br… my brother like?"
There was a long pause. "He leads the mafia operations in Shadow Port. He's determined, lethal, and he's not stopped looking for you since you were taken from him twenty-two years ago."
The honest, matter-of-factness of his words made her close her eyes as she absorbed them. Her brother. He was in the underworld too. And he had been searching for her.
"What's his name?" her voice croaked.
"Tristan Caine," the man behind her spoke, his voice neutral.
"And… what's my name?"
A hand turned her face to the side, her eyes locking with his in the moonlight. "Luna."
Luna. It felt strange. She didn't feel like a Luna.
She looked at him, unable to process it all, unable to understand everything she was feeling. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He stayed quiet for a long minute, so long she almost thought he wouldn't answer her. "At first, I didn't know. By the time I did, you were starting to self-harm in thoughts, and I had to keep you hanging in for the answers."
"And you didn't think telling me I had a brother, that Xander was with family, would have helped me hang on?"
It was odd hearing the bitterness in her voice. He leveled a steady look at her. "Would it have? If I'd told you you had family and the kid was safe, would you have hung on?"
She didn't know. Back then, she'd been a different girl, with a mindset she didn't go into anymore. She didn't know how she would have behaved. But that didn't let his off the hook.
"And what about after? When you took me home? You still couldn't have said anything?"