Dirty Delilah

RACHEL'S POV

"Come on, Rachel, you can't come with us on our investigations. What if it gets dangerous?" Devon said, brushing through my hair, still adamant on convincing me to back out on this, but I wasn't going to. I was his Luna. Overall, it's only natural for certain responsibilities to come with that role; it's not out of place to want to be involved in whoever is killing my people. 

A smug expression etches across my face, holding his gaze through his reflection in the vanity mirror in front of me.

"My mind's made up. Besides, I go everywhere with my guards. I'm pretty sure they can handle whatever danger we come across."

A sigh parted his lips as he let go of my hair, a stern expression on his face.

"I know! I assigned those guards to you myself; remember, I'm just worried about you, Rachel. I don't want anything to happen to you. Please just stay out of this; let Delilah and I handle this; we are the professionals here."