Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 161

Xena's POV

"Are you okay?" I asked Ryder, watching his profile as he drove, the setting sun casting golden shadows across his strong jawline.

"I should be asking you that question," Ryder said quietly. I could hear the barely contained anger and concern hiding beneath his controlled tone, making my heart flutter despite the tension in the r.

"Tatum isn't a problem, I'm not afraid of him," I murmured, trying to sound braver than I felt. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my racing thoughts, but images of my father and Logan kept flashing through my mind. "If Dad really lets Logan take over, and he abandons Martha, he might not survive." The thought cut through me like a knife, the pain sharp and real. I couldn't imagine my father making such a choice.

"I know," Ryder replied softly. There was a rare note of helplessness h his voice that made me want to reach out and touch him.

"What happened in the office when I wasn't there?" I asked, needing to understand what had transpired.

"Nothing special. He kept baiting us, hoping to get a reaction from Logan and me, but we didn't bite. So he kept pushing, trying to provoke a fight." Ryder was still seething; I could see it in the rigid set of his jaw and the way his knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel.

"We can handle him," I said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Mm," Ryder grunted noncommittally.

We pulled up to the gates, and Ryder stopped the car, rolling down his window to speak with the guard. They discussed patrol schedules and security matters, but my mind drifted to Penelope. My heart ached for her situation. It wasn't her fault- she couldn't choose which family she was born into.

Dad, Tatum, Penelope... these were challenges I'd never faced before. My heart felt suspended in my chest, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I forced myself to stay calm. You can handle this, Xena. All of it.

moving again, jarring me from my

I asked, deliberately

then I need to take care of some work," Ryder answered, his voice

doing?"

think he's helping Ama with some

gazed out the window at the familiar building, feeling a small sense

comfort.

he explained as we got out of the car

toward the hallway. "Why do

more like a storage room. Dust particles danced in the sunlight

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next to you, drawing while watching you work," I replied, already looking forward to

think of this?" Ryder

looked around, confused. "The storage

office." Ryder walked to a shelf, running his finger

proposal surprised me, and I began to seriously examine the space, my designer's mind immediately evaluating its potential. I

it might look transformed.

What do you think? Is this room suitabl?" Luna Kestrel's voice from behind startled me so badly I nearly

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