Reborn Luna (Hope and Keith) novel Chapter 25

16. I’ve been drugged–2
17. I’ve been drugged–2

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The bar is dim, the air thick with smoke and sweat from dancers who started working out their weekly stress early. I slide onto a stool, order a vodka soda.

Emma’s words slam back inside my head.

Maybe you should stay close to him.

I get the logic. I really do but I can’t seem to make peace with the side of me that wants to get as far away from Keith as possible.

My heart just can’t take another betrayal.

“Rough day?” the bartender asks.

I look up from the napkin I’ve been picking at. The bartender is sporting a laminated name

tag.

Rook.

I nod. “You have no idea, Rook. As a matter of fact, you can probably start getting another round ready.”

As a shifter, human alcohol doesn’t affect us like it does them. I’ll need six or seven drinks before I even start to feel a buzz.

“Damn. It’s one of those days,” Rook says, flashing a charming smile.

He’s a handsome male. With a good country boy look to him but my wolf doesn’t react and neither does any of my lady parts.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”

“Aww, come on. It can’t be that bad,” Rook says, cleaning the inside of one of the glasses. “I mean, you’re here now.”

Is he flirting with me?

I take a long swig of my drink. It’s strong, bitter with an after kick of acidity. I welcome the

burn.

I quickly down the second.

“Another?” I say and Rook raises his brows before giving me a once over.

“Are you sure about that? What are you? A buck fifteen soaking wet. These drinks are going to go right through you.”

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I nod. “I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself. Keep ‘em coming.”

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He hold up his hands. “Alright. I know better than to argue with a woman on what she can handle.”

He pulls out his shaker and quickly whips me up another drink and places it in front of me.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here much.”

“Don’t come often. I usually stay closer to home,” I say absently.

“So are you from Lint Hill or Johnston?”

I pause, my drink halfway to my lips. Do I want him to flirt with me, no. But does it look like it will be a good way to get my mind off of reality before I have to face it, definitely.

I give him a smile knowing I’m about to fuck with him a little.

“What would you say if I told you I was from Blue Rock?” I say sweetly.

His eyes go wide.

“I’d say that’s some pretty heavy drinking for a Mormon.”

I laugh. “We’re not Mormons. We’re a community.”

“That doesn’t sound too much better.”

I shrug my shoulders. “My great great great grandfather ran a ranch, and his hands and cowboys eventually had families which wasn’t so common for those living that life because of the job. So my grandfather created cabins on the property so their families can live there and we kinda grew from there. Most people don’t know we still run the original ranch. Well, except for those who go to the farmers market every Saturday and Sunday.”

“Your kidding?” He says. “And all this time I heard you were some super religious freaks living on that land on some cult shit.”

A buzz starts to form in my head.

That’s weird. Alcohol never starts to hit me this hard.

I ignore it but slow down on my drinking.

“It would probably be more interesting if we were.”

“I do go, by the way. To the farmers market. They have some of the sweetest heirloom tomatoes I’ve ever tasted.”

“Ms. Matty would love to hear it. She takes her vine babies very seriously,” I laugh.

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My body feels looser. It was what I wanted coming here but this doesn’t seem right.

My wolf growls a warning and a sense of suspicion crawls up my spine.

The room starts to ebb, to spin and I shake my head, trying to focus.

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My wolf is frantic now pushing against the barrier in my mind and trying to take control.

The bar surface looks way closer than it was a moment ago and I plant my hands on either side of my drink to try and stop the movement.

“You okay?” Rook’s voice is distant.

“Yeah, just tired,” I mumble.

My wolf starts to slow, and our connection dims, grows distant.

That’s when my panic sets in.

I have to get out of here.

My vision blurs. The glass slips from my hand, shattering.

Fuck.

I shift my gaze to the broken pieces of glass.

I’ve been drugged.

“Hey!” Someone grabs my arm. “Ms. I think you need some help?”

I try to respond, but my tongue feels like sandpaper. The words come out gargled and unintelligible.

Strong hands lift me.

Keith. My subconscious balls out for the male who betrayed me, the male who loved me.

Darkness swallows me whole.

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