Calm down.

That was easier said than done. Her father loved to remind her she inherited his temper along with his dark brown eyes and hair. She smiled at the thought; her first smile in ages. It was enough to slow her racing heart, though it did little to ease the tension that gripped the back of her neck like a vice.

It was starting.

Goddamnit, not here. Not in the dingy parking lot of the sleaziest fucking bar in the country.

Fists clenched at her sides, Luna tried to breathe.

Remember her. Just her.

And then, it was over.