Moon Kissed by Donna Grant Page A

yesterday’s numbers to take his mind off things.  
    Except he learned an hour later that nothing could pull his mind from Addison. He finally gave up and left the bar. With no destination in mind, he wandered the streets until he came to Jackson Square.
    Myles ambled through the many artists displaying their wares. As he walked, he studied the witches set up as fortune tellers. There were more than ever before. Some were frauds, but some were the genuine article.
    He spotted a young witch who was more interested in watching someone than pulling in clients who walked right past her. Myles followed her gaze until he saw none other than Addison.
    Myles walked to the witch and sat. She jumped, her head swinging to him. Her eyes widened, indicating that she knew exactly who he was.
    “Minka, right? You told Addison she was in danger,” he said.
    The witch had long, deep brown hair that curled. A bright pink piece of fabric was wrapped around her head with tiny beads in various shades of pink hanging across her forehead. Her eyes were pale brown ringed in black, giving her a dramatic, exotic look.
    She leaned back, her black blouse hanging off one shoulder. One dark brow rose as she returned his stare. Then she crossed one leg over the other, her pink skirt hiking up enough to show black beaded sandals. “Because she is.”
    It took her long enough, but at least the witch was talking. “From a wolf?”
    Minka looked away briefly. “As I told Addison, that’s where it gets complicated.”
    “How?”
    “I sense danger involving her, and I know that she’s chased by a wolf, but I don’t think it’s the wolf she should be afraid of.”
    Myles glanced to where Addison shopped across the square. “What color is the wolf?”
    “Brown.”
    “Then you’ve got it wrong, witch. I would never hurt her.”
    Minka’s head tilted as she studied him. “No, you wouldn’t. Does she know how badly you yearn for her?”
    “That’s none of your concern.”
    “So, that’s a no,” Minka said with a twist of her lips. “Why are men so stupid?”
    Myles snapped his fingers at her. “Focus. I need to know who is after Addison. A vampire tried to get her last night, and Delphine paid her a visit.”
    The witch paled at the mention of the priestess. “Delphine? She went to Addison’s apartment?”
    “No. She came to the bar.”
    Minka whistled low. “After you and your brothers captured her and tortured her? Are you sure she’s after Addison and not one of you?”
    “We’re not stupid. We know we’ll always be in Delphine’s crosshairs. I don’t like her attention on Addison. How did she even learn of Addison?”
    Minka sat forward and lowered her voice. “There have been whispers for a few weeks about someone who has enough power to put Delphine in her place.”
    “I know who she is, but she’s not in New Orleans,” Myles said.
    Minka shook her head, her brow furrowed. “I know about Davena. I was leading up to the fact that it isn’t just Davena that’s being talked about.”
    When she didn’t continue, Myles gave her a flat look. “You can’t come that far, witch, and not finish.”
    “Fine,” she stated angrily. “But understand I put my own life in danger by telling you this.”
    “Just spit it out.”
    Minka looked around and suddenly became nervous. “Not here,” she whispered.
    Myles sat back and held out his hand. “You’re a fortune teller, right? What better way to cover up what we’re talking about than by reading my palm?”
    “You’re nuts,” she grumbled but cupped his hand in both of hers. She ran a finger along his palm, her gaze focused on his hand. “They’re still watching.”
    “Who?”
    “My people. They don’t want to be involved.”
    Myles looked at a table a few feet away to find a woman watching them. As soon as their eyes met, she hastily looked away. “Why?” he asked Minka.
    “They say it isn’t our fight.” Her fingernail lightly scrapped down his palm. “I