My hands shook as I knocked on Luna Morgan's door. 

"Enter," came the cold command.

I pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped into Luna Morgan's private sitting room. Silk curtains, crystal ornaments, furniture decorated the room.

Luna Morgan sat in her velvet armchair like a queen, her dark eyes glittering with satisfaction. The smile on her face made my stomach twist.

"Finally," she said, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "The most wanted mate in Europe has arrived."

"You know what ...