I Am The Luna

Chapter 64

SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.

“Zaia?” I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.

My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?” She asks quietly.

“It wasn’t me,” I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.

“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,” she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.

“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,” I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.” She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…

Those words feel ominous…

“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,” she sighs.

“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…” I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,” she says, despite not fighting me at all.

I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing a game of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…

I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,” I say, giving her a slight squeeze.

She closes her eyes. “I know… and I no longer know who or what to believe, Sebastian… I’ve learned things today that have messed with my mind and made me question my support system and everything I’ve ever stood for. The stability of those in whom I trust is failing.” She murmurs heavily.

her father… what did she learn that had made her feel

her, I place my hand on the small of her

wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs

view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my

“Sorry… I just…”

facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the

up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits through

upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to

she was so against you cheating. She has

stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why

has more than one side, but it’s not

up at me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is

not really place for doubt, but there can be things that influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that. I’m not saying it’s right, but I think you’re right not to jump

she closes her

this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know,

Adam…

possibly know him, but with your dad being

nods, planting her face

what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise.

wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool, then so be

me the plan she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I wonder what else she’s lying about and

his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with her

her being in on

threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if

those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this

She nods.

I guess we will… So, you should go to your room now.” She says,

nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax

my abs and the front of my pants and

brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was

did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward,

if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest

my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of

all these barriers between us and reassure

I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes

her yelp, but I turn her, so her back

you… there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my

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