I Am The Luna

Chapter 0345

Goddess, doesn’t look like this is the place that ordered groceries online.

Now dressed in tan cropped pants and a white shirt that’s tucked in, I finish the look with a cropped sleeve matching tan blazer. I leave my apartment, deciding to go exploring, and drop my car off at the nearest garage. I just need to get a little used to this place.

The weather is cool, but still rather pleasant. I get into my car, driving slowly as it makes that odd noise every other minute.

“Ah, I should have just called someone to pick it up…

The old man from the first floor said the garage wasn’t far and suggested I take it there.

Sighing, I follow his instructions and find myself outside what looks like a car junkyard.

Is this the place? This is the perfect place to bury a body, I think, shuddering.

I shake my head, glancing at the entrance between the battered metal grail fences. There’s barbed wire along the top of them. The gate, if you can call it that, hangs open, the padlock chain swinging slightly in the breeze.

I hope I didn’t make it worse by driving here. I should have listened

through the open garage entrance where a few cars are lifted, one with

car, glancing around. I can’t see anyone…

of petrol hits my nose and I clear

“Excuse me,

anyone here?” I ask, trying to hear if I can catch a heartbeat over the

enter the garage, seeing no one, and just when I think maybe there really isn’t anyone here, I

my throat drying at the thick muscles that are in those torn jeans… two chains are hooked on the side and the

you doing, Val!

+15 BONUS

deaf?” I mutter.

at a deliciously chiselled torso with zero fat and pure muscle. And a tattoo that covers his arm and

Tattoos I recognise…

my gaze

into one grey eye and

face is emotionless, and I know all colour has drained from mine.

think he’s spent five years in prison… his auburn hair is brushed back with a fade along the sides and back, and a light stubble covers his jaws,

“Zade…”

through me, and

what to do.

of here!

barely out when I slow down, coming to a halt. I have so many questions in my mind, but I know I won’t

I’ll just take

doors, opening the drivers side, when

the car, I’ll check it,” he

I turn, staring at the man who had said nothing for five years. His deep husky voice sends shivers I don’t want down my spine.