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A bridge we had to cross.
So against my better judgement, against all the screams inside my head, against Lunita’s compulsion for destruction and violence, I allowed myself to whisper a shaky, “Okay.”
His eyes softened. “Thank you.”
I held onto him tight, as though he were a lifeline keeping me from being swept away by the storm of fear threatening to capsize me.
God. . .please don’t let me regret this.
Chapter thirty-seven
The Phases of the Moon
Kazimir
An hour later, I stood on our bedroom’s balcony, wearing only pajama pants.
A cool breeze gently brushed against my skin.
Tonight, the French Quarter was quiet due to our taking several blocks over.
The lively jazz music that normally filled the air, the laughter and chatter of tourists, and the clinking of glasses from the crowded bars—all had been replaced by silence.
Blocks—normally awash with the warm glow of streetlights and neon signs—now lay in subdued darkness.
The iconic wrought-iron balconies, often witnesses to the city’s endless festivities, stood empty, their usual occupants having retreated indoors.
Hmmm. Will New Orleans be the same after us?
Our control over these blocks was a necessary measure, a strategic move in a larger game, yet it came with the weight of altering the very soul of the area, even if temporarily.
And I didn’t know how I felt about that. I was slowly beginning to fall in love with this city.
I hope that you survive, New Orleans.
I turned my view up to the night sky.
It was a deep indigo, sprinkled with countless stars that twinkled like distant diamonds.
There, the moon hung amidst the sparkling space—this constant presence, yet ever-changing within the threadwork of night.
Always glowing.
Always transforming.
A perpetual dance of shadows and light.
While my mother and father had taught me a lot about the criminal world, the moon had been my true professor of life.
Its phases paralleled the rhythm of living.
Life never remained static.
It was a series of ebbs and flows.
Of brightness and darkness.
There were days when everything was illuminated, clear and beautiful, much like the full moon.
