I Am The Luna

Chapter 45 A Target

ZAIA. Mom and Dad are both silent. Bringing up a painful part of their past wasn’t my intention, but it was necessary.

“Then, if your decision is made, then what do you want from me?” Dad says quietly. This is the moment, the most important part…

“I need you to arrange the meeting with Sebastian. After all, I don’t wish to talk to him.” I say, surprising both Mom and Dad. But with it, I see them both visibly relax…

As planned. I’m sorry to lie to you both… but I need to keep up the façade, so if the enemy is close, they realise that we are not together…

“I see…” Dad says, far calmer than before. He sighs heavily and nods. “I guess I can arrange that.” “Thank you. Just say if he wishes to see the children, that I have agreed to allow that.” I say, thinking I’ll let Sebastian know, we will have to keep the act up.

Dad nods, patting my shoulder. “I may not like it… but I understand where you are coming from.”

I smile slightly and nod. Once he leaves, Mom looks at me, opening her mouth when I shake my head. “I don’t want to discuss it, Mom. Anyway, I need to go.” I say, picking up my briefcase.

“Zaia…”

“Mom, please.” I plead. Leaning over the table, I peck her cheek before I head to the living room, watching the children play. I walk over to them, picking Sia up. I kiss her cheeks tenderly.

“What are you two playing?” I ask as I brush a few strands of her hair back and she rests her head on my shoulder.

“I told you Mommy this morning I made a rocket,” Zion explains as he picks up his Lego rocket and begins zooming around the room with it.

the room before I pick up the Doll Sia is playing with. “She has the same

“Mine is darker. It’s more like Mommy’s.” mile, “Oh, is it?” I say, tickling her lightly, making het giggle before I place her dow” I “King I know I made the right

children it must be kept a secret. I don’t want to instil

and not taught to keep secrets

be able to contain their excitement once they have met him. Sebastian was never one to mix with children, so I’m curious

these yesterday,” Sia says, pointing at some

show his rocket. I play with them for a few minutes longer before I have

call him tonight at the same time as usual before I switch it off again. Hide it away and after locking my bedroom door, I

need to attend a private meeting with Mr Harrison to discuss the contract itself. Thank him for the

wish I didn’t act so impulsively! The car is ready and waiting outside and I get in, thanking the driver as he shuts

stop myself from thinking about last night. My cheeks burn at the fact I gave in

I will

out of my thoughts, glancing up at the building. He gets out, coming around to open the door for me. “Thank you,” I say as I

Floor number twelve…

it approaches makes me glance at

speed that is way above the limit for this area and he’s

moves me back, probably worried he’d dirty my clothes when suddenly the motorbike careens off the road and is now

die. I push him to the side and I jump back just as the bike whizzes

has just got out of the front passenger seat, jumps out and rushes towards me as the biker turns violently and drives straight into the car

my bodyguards who was in a second

“Get her inside!”

“It’s too risky.”

Zaia Toussaint!” The distorted robotic voice from behind the helmet of the biker. I look up sharply, my heart plummeting as I hear the sound of gunshots go off and I’m pushed behind the

voice, Sebastian mentioned a distorted voice! Is it the person who tried to harm Sebastian on the way back from Atticus’s pack

air and I realise he’s begun shooting at random. I scream, as one of the men in front of me falls to the ground, dead. I’m dragged back and pushed into a corner as screams fill the air. Copper, I

ok Ma’am.” One of the guards says. “Stay

say something more when the gun goes off

No…

mind is spinning. What is going on? I was meant to come to a meeting and instead, there’s a

me and I grab one of the

if it’s loaded, my heart pounding as I step out,

heart drops as I stare at it. It’s not a card, but

picture, fear beginning to crawl into me. At the bottom of the photograph, in bold black ink, is a message. One that makes

HIM A WARNING

IT WILL BE YOUR BLOOD, ZAIA TOUSSAINT AND THAT OF

COVERING

FROM SEBASTIAN

OR ELSE.

at the killer as he shoots manically, his back to me. He’s right before me. I need to stop him. I scan the front grounds. There are at least five other bodies that I can see.

he’s

to get closer. I haven’t used a gun in ages…

hiding behind the bench and I’m almost close