I Am The Luna

A reminder that I lived in survival mode, whilst she lived in her perfect boxed house, playing doctor…

“I’m not asking you to. All I’m saying is shift to this other place until the Arkan are taken care of. They know who you are, Valerie. You had pictures in your

room.”

“That’s my problem!” she snaps but exhales in frustration as she runs her fingers through her gorgeous hair.

I close the gap she put between us, grabbing her waist as I tug her against me, Look… let’s go, and we will talk about this, alright?” I say.

She isn’t looking at me. Her shoulders slump and she leans her head against me, and I instantly pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her.

I know this is hard for her, but I wish she understood how serious this is, too. I mean, she was almost raped. Does she not get that?

“Let’s go,” I say to her.

She sighs heavily again but doesn’t respond, allowing me to lead the way out.

Out in the hall, she suddenly halts when we are about to pass the door to her place, which is wide open since we got all her luggage out and she pulls away. She walks to the doorway, standing in it unmoving before she sniffs.

Is she crying?

“Let’s go.” She says before she brushes past me and hurries down the stairs quickly.

I follow her, but when we step outside I see her looking around.

“My car!”

“Relax, I have someone bringing it for us.”

“Can you stop making decisions for me? Goddess, I’m not a child, for crying out loud! I’m older than you! I would have driven it there!” she growls, opening the truck door and getting in, yanking the door shut before I can close it.

I cock a brow. Did she really just bring our age up? +

I shut the door after her and get into the driver’s seat.

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I’m not going to fucking argue, not until I have her away from this place, and the quicker I do that, the better.

Her arms are crossed, her head turned as she stares out of the window. The silence between us fills the truck like an intense cacophony..

Great… NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Is this it? I’m going to have to wake an hour earlier to get to work every single day,” she says, looking at the house at the edge of the woods.

“At least you’ll be alive to do so,” I reply, unable to keep the mockery from my tone. “Stop being a diva.”

It took us about an hour to get here and although I offered to stop for breakfast; she had refused.

This place is the closest I could find but also a place that is safe. I knew her work is important to her, and I had done the best I could.

Last night, I wouldn’t have been able to protect her, and that fucking shook me. if they had realised and attacked… just the thought makes me realise I made the right decision.

“What?” She says quietly. I sigh, about to reply, when she shakes her head. “Just forget it. Are there two bedrooms?”

I look at her, although her asking that now feels like a punch in the gut. I nod. Yeah, you can pick whichever one you prefer.”

She doesn’t respond, picking up two of her boxes from the back of the trunk.

“Leave them. I’ll get them inside for you,”

“No, I can manage.” She says, carrying them up the stairs. I walk past her and unlock the door, opening it wide and take a look around the open–plan living

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The place is clean, a slight smell of it being closed up lingers, but it’s a safe place, right down to the design of the windows…

It belongs to a werewolf, someone I knew from the Sable, although he doesn’t know exactly who he’s renting it out to. But he had a few of these homes made around the state. Even if you were chipped, this place would distort the signal.

I’m about to head back to the truck when something falls with a loud band, and I hear glass breaking.

Turning sharply, I spot one of the boxes she was carrying on the floor; the contents sprawling everywhere as she obviously had been struggling with one of the doorknobs..

“No… no no!” she mutters.

I stride over to her as she crouches down, gathering the things quickly.

“Careful you’ll…” I begin.

She flinches and I see she’s cut her finger on the glass from a picture frame. I reach for her, but she moves her hand away.

“I’m fine.” She says with a clipped tone as she picks up the picture frame and looks down at it.

Jai.

She’s staring down at it, and I stand up, suddenly feeling as if I don’t belong here.

“I’ll get the rest of the stuff,” I say quietly. Despite the cottage being larger than our little apartments, it suddenly feels far too small…

Moonlight Muse

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