Moon is looking deep into my eyes, and I can tell that something he sees disturbs him. His expression changes. His tone becomes hard and inflexible. "You're taken in by the outer facade. The darkness I carry is hidden on the inside." His fingers thread through my hair and he tightens the strands within his fists to make a point. "The things I do are cold and calculated. Don't be fooled and think I'm good, baby."

I don't believe him. "Tell me about your mother." I need Moon to ...