Moon Thrall by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page A

“We’ve got the best gator in town.”
    “Sure.” Skye’s stomach rumbled, reminding her the banana she’d had for breakfast was long gone.
    Skye took a seat at the bar and watched two men playing pool. Riley wasn’t the only waitress at the bar. There were three others, and all were busy.
    A man with ash blond hair walked out from the kitchen with papers in hand and a pencil in his mouth. His blue eyes, as well as the shape of his face, reminded Skye so much of Court that she knew this had to be another LaRue brother.
    He walked to a woman with jaw-length champagne blond hair and took the pencil out of his mouth to whisper something in her ear. She laughed and gave him a quick kiss.
    “That’s Addison.”
    Skye jumped at the sound of Riley’s voice. She turned and found a glass of beer in front of her.
    “Addison and Myles are engaged,” Riley continued.
    Skye tasted the beer and nodded in approval. “Does she know everything?”
    “Yep.” Riley grinned. “It’s a long story. Suffice it to say, Addison had a crash course in it.”
    “Ah. I’m surprised it’s not kept more secret.”
    Riley tucked her hair behind her ear. “If people want to know the truth, they’re going to go looking for it whether we want them to or not.”
    “Are you...?” Skye asked, not quite able to spit it out.
    Riley chuckled and pulled at her black shirt with the Gator Bait logo. “Nope. That’s contained to the LaRues. I’m just a normal girl who keeps the supernatural in line. My brothers live a couple hours away.”
    “But they know?”
    “Of course.” Riley walked around the bar and came to sit beside Skye. “I’m going to just put it out there because you obviously want to know. The Chiassons, my immediate family, came to Louisiana from France with a stop in Nova Scotia. They were hunters of the supernatural. The ones that kill innocents anyway.”
    Skye was listening raptly.
    “There were two brothers and one sister. The sister came to New Orleans and married a LaRue. One brother chose to go west, and the other settled in Lyons Point, outside of Lafayette, which is a hotbed of supernatural activity. All of us, both the Chiassons and LaRues, are raised to protect the innocent and kill the monsters.”
    “But the LaRues are werewolves.”
    Riley lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “That they are. If you want that story, you’ll have to ask Court. The point is, the LaRues have always kept the peace in New Orleans. Before they were cursed and after. That’s never changed.”
    “Nor will it,” said a voice behind Skye.
    She turned and found Court. If she’d thought him handsome by the light of the moon, he took her breath away in the daytime. He was startlingly good-looking. The kind of gorgeous that left a woman speechless.
    His chin-length hair was parted down the middle, the butterscotch blond strands having a slight wave as they framed his face. His brilliant blue eyes were just as powerful as before.
    Skye glanced down and saw that he was wearing a pair of jeans, slung low on his narrow hips, and a cream henley shirt with a big bronze fleur de lis on the upper right side by his shoulder.
    “I told you she’d come, Riley,” Court said without taking his gaze from Skye.
    Riley slid off the barstool and paused beside Skye long enough to say, “He’s conceited. Feel free to bring him down a notch or two.”
    Skye couldn’t help but smile. Court was self-assured. It showed in the way he held himself and how he greeted the world. Conceited? Skye didn’t know him well enough to say, but she could see it was a possibility.
    “Why did you think I’d come?”
    Court took her beer in one hand and grabbed her hand with the other, pulling her off the stool. He led her through the doorway into the back, but it wasn’t the kitchens he brought her to. It was an office.
    “You’re curious,” he said. “I knew you would want to know more.”
    He wasn’t wrong. Apparently, she was easy to figure out. Skye