I Am The Luna

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 48

Chapter 48 A Troubling Thought

ZAIA. My shoulder is aching, and my entire body feels like I have been run over, but seeing him sitting there makes me forget it all. I know I’m not ready to take him back, even if I want him…

I need time. My heart still hurts, but at the same time, I’m terrified, terrified that something could happen to any of us at any time. “Blue eyes…” He says, frowning deeply. “Who has eyes like mine?”

I look at him, frowning slightly. “I don’t know… your eyes are pretty sharp. The kind of eyes you don’t miss…” I muse, slowly leaning back against my pillows.

“That’s a clue, and I’ll work on it.” He says, looking down for a moment, pondering over what I’ve just said before he looks up at me.”

Maybe… maybe it was better if I stayed away from you. You weren’t harmed until I came back into the picture… that was a wrong decision made on my part. I’m sorry.”

I look up at him, thinking of life without him in the picture. I enjoyed his presence… even if it hurts at times…

I was just getting used to him again. Not that I’ll admit that. “No, we need to do this together. I mean, whoever is behind this is adamant about splitting us. Surely there’s a reason for that.” I try to reason.

A slow smirk crosses his lips and I wonder if I’m saying a bit too much because I am delirious or high on medication.

“Or is it you just want me around?” He growls. Why is that low, deep, guttural sound such a turn-on? “You must be dreaming.” I roll my eyes as I suck in a breath, resting back against the pillows. I bite my lip, looking away smoothly.

up, leaning over. He adjusts the bed positioning, his scent invading my senses. I glance up at him. From this angle, I can

swallows, making my stomach. flutter. He places his hands on either side of me on the bed and leans

to be ravished by me,” he whispers. My heart thunders as he leans closer,

chest, but it’s a mistake because all I can think of is how his chest feels beneath my

do smell absolutely divine…” My core clenches and a part of me wants him not to respect my wishes and ravish me

have hit my head hard. He suddenly moves back, and it takes me a second to realise the door

doctors want you to spend the night, and well, I’m not going to bè at ease unless the children are under my

you fully yet.” “I can assure you, I won’t let anything happen to her in my

be a rocket scientist to know he’s blaming himself for not

Harrison, Zaia. And once you are discharged, we will fly home. I know my properties here are safe, but I’m not sure

and safe, and knowing that they may be at risk is worrying me. “I think you should leave… for now. I don’t want the children to be at risk.” I say softly to Sebastian. “I

nod. “Then I’ll watch them, and you should stay with Zaia.” He says to

don’t appreciate being told what to do… Zaia has full security at the hospital.” He says firmly. “They are my children too, and even though I

want to make sure Zaia is safe. I can’t be here… I get that, then at least

discussion,” Dad says. I look between them before Sebastian nods curtly. “Fine.” He says, “Then I’ll take my leave.” He looks at me and I give him a small, apologetic smile. “Take care

nod, and he glances at Dad. “Make sure the security around this place is tight, and anyone coming in this room, including the doctors, should be under

to say something, but he changes his mind before he walks to the door and leaves. The door shuts behind him with a snap,

my men, will think you are here, but it’s not safe. I want to see if anyone attempts

Sebastian, but I don’t say anything. “I see,” I respond quietly. “You

face is unreadable and I look down. “It would be a lie to say

Zaia. I need you to remember that.” “We were fated,” I reply softly. It is the one thing our kind still

Zaia. I still hold to my words, Atticus is

a moment of waiting for a reply; he frowns and walks to the door. “Someone will come get you soon.” He says quietly. He leaves the room and shuts the door behind

I stare at the ceiling, unable to stop myself from

does Mom know about them? I need to ask her too. A birthmark on one of your children isn’t just nothing. I remember growing up, when I asked she’d brush it off, almost as if she didn’t want to discuss

where Mom and the children had