I Am The Luna

Chapter 97

ZAIA.

I know I should have listened to him, but I truly believed I was doing the right thing. I honestly didn’t think things would end up this bad. The festering thoughts aren’t easing up, and I feel mentally exhausted.

“Go with him. Show Atticus his room. I’ll clean this up. “I tell Valerie gently. She’s shaken by it all, and I know she’s going through a lot. I hope she at least realises she does love him.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

She nods and I give her a smile, watching Atticus lift him carefully. “You did amazingly. Now go with him.” I whisper to her.

She’s about to say something, but instead, she simply smiles and nods before she helps Atticus with Jai, supporting his head. She’s got blood in her hair and over her clothes, but like me, she has far bigger things to be concerned about.

They leave the room and my smile fades as I slowly drop into one of the chairs, my face falling. No longer able to keep the mask of strength on my face.

Everything went wrong tonight… This was not what I was expecting to happen.

I wanted to make things right between the rogues and us, to prove that they were just like us… But they’re not, and the painful truth is they don’t like us and never wanted to create an alliance of peace.

Then Jai, Jai shouldn’t have gotten hurt He almost died because of me… How many more people’s lives will I be responsible for in the war that I have created?

I’m terrified. Terrified of what I can possibly do… I killed someone with no hesitation and the most chilling part is, I know I’ll do it all over again if I have to. I look down at my blood-covered hands. Look at the blood behind my fingernails…

Who am I becoming?

Do I even recognise myself?

hating what

aren’t I? I wanted him to pull me into his arms and tell me it’s going to be ok… or simply just an embrace, glad that I am home, and safe. But instead, he turned his back on

hands, brushing my hair back as I try

sting with tears but I can’t cry. There’s so much I need to

“Zaia…”

quickly

“Hey…”

something for the pain for when he wakes up. I’m going to

and it’s not safe.” I

men are here.” He reassures

to me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing their lives. It’s all a mess. I will have to go there and figure out

his real emotions. “Seven.” He

so sorry,” I

they have families? Children?

More deaths…

ready.” He kneels before me and gives my

I’m damn proud of you. Who would have thought the pregnant woman

my hair back,

leave. The words are comforting…

see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor. Finally, the smell

and I’m still covered in blood. I need a bath Once everything is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into the children’s room, they’re both fast asleep and I smile softly, feeling warmth fill my heart and I gently caress their hair, about to

with the blankets before I gently check Sia’s pulse, frowning.

and I gaze down at her, wishing all her pain and illness were

ever so lightly, not wanting to get this filthy blood on them and

but if he is… he’s going to be angry. I enter the room, and the first thing that hits me is the smell of smoke. Then I

against the wall with a cigarette in his hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t know what to

up. “He says when I’m about to step

feeling as if I’ve just been punched

a mistake, but I also handled it in the best way I possibly could. I’m trying.” I reply quietly. I don’t want to argue,

mind and the way I mercilessly flung

we do this tomorrow? I’m tired.” I say

just… want

this now. I gave you a clear warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did just that.” He says as he advances on me. Our eyes meet and I’m just staring back

and like I said,

can’t argue… not when I know where you

stop.” I plead quietly.

you to hold me. He looks down at

“Zaia-”

when he looks into my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my arm and yanks me close, wrapping his arms

close my eyes, sinking into his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than

go. His heart is thudding hard and so is mine as I hold on tight, as if he might

he kisses the

cry.” His voice is

any hesitation.’ I whisper through the bond.

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