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.

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

my hand on the small

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

glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She

“Sorry… I just…”

the bed beside her, facing her, one

and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying.

I can’t say

wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a

in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not

than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one

me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows

influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being

comfort and she closes her eyes

him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s

Adam…

dad being

She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs her

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

is what I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool,

sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure

saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong

find out. After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s a

something would happen to Zaia, but what if

her, it would only upset her more. “We’re

She nods.

you should go to your room now.”

satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?”

the front of my pants

in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a

might have meant both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms.

to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper, looking into her

lips. The sound of her thumping

rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure

her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to

close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back

we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her

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