I Am The Luna

77. A Challenge

ZAIA.

“So how old are you, Zaia?” Gerard asks as he sits back, that unnerving smirk on his face getting to me. “I am in my mid-twenties,” I reply cordially.

“A good age. Once you get to my age, you have to take care of yourself a little more,” he chuckles. “It takes a lot longer to recover from tumbles and falls.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Well, I beg to differ. I think regardless of our age, we all need to take care of ourselves.” I reply. He raises an eyebrow before he nods. “I guess that’s true, we can all be permanently wounded…”

What a strange thing to say….

“So, when did you come to the States?”

I ask. “Not too long ago. “That isn’t very clear, Mr King… Not too long ago could mean a few days, a few weeks or even a few months.” I reply.

He watches me intently before leaning forward, sparing the clock a glance before giving me all his attention. “So… why do I feel like you don’t trust me, Zaia?” Oh? How exactly did he deduce that? Unless, of course, he has something to hide…

“Oh, not at all. I don’t have an opinion of someone I have just met yet. I usually decide an opinion on what I feel depending on one’s actions… and I can’t do that so soon, We have… just met, right? Time will tell, Mr. King.” “I see…”

His demeanour changes for a second before he looks away. “Unless, of course, you expected me to recognise you,” I add quietly.

I might just be making a fool of myself, or worse, even offending someone innocent, but it is the only way I can think of to get answers.

By pretending to know more than I do. His eyes glimmer, his smirk faltering as he watches me. “The thing is… Mr King. You confuse me.” I continue.

and crossing my legs gracefully. “As a

your way.” “Getting rid of?” He throws his head back, roaring with laughter, a

laugh as I look across at him innocently. “Extreme? For

as I’m enjoying this conversation, Zaia… I do take offence when insulted and you are incredibly brave to do so to my face… or incredibly stupid.” His

shifting. Our eyes meet and I refuse to back down by looking away first. I pull on every emotion in my body, feeling my eyes burn with power, feeling it ripple around me as I glare at him with my aura

forehead, and he clenches his jaw. “And what façade might that be?” he asks, almost challengingly. My next sentence might just get me confirmation… This is it. I give it my

Triquetra… is that why you are here, to see for yourself? Or to attempt to kill me once

of fear that ripples through me but I refuse to show him that After all, he is possibly the one who

that you will win…because I will make sure you will not succeed.” His

to succeed. But you are right about one thing.” I begin. He runs his fingers through my hair and I

almost amused. Why is he so confident? “That this world needs to be cleansed of scum. I will do the honours to

not been enough… don’t

has been completed, that is the end of it. We have as good as won.” I say sharply. He chuckles, “Oh,

you mean?” “That’s for me to know,” he whispers tauntingly. “I don’t get it… I understand wanting to hurt me, to hate me, but how could you try to kill your cousin’s son?” I ask,

the state Sebastian was in. He chuckles. “Oh, that was not my doing. The boys got a

thought makes me sick. There’s a glimmer of surprise on his

“Indeed.”

well, ready to unleash retribution on the likes of those who don’t deserve to be called werewolves… but you, Zaia, are the perfect she-

you have made your decision, I am here

back as he now begins to circle me as if I am his prey but I don’t think he realises I am not so weak. “What warning?” I say. Now that we have a face for

and together we will end his madness. “Stay

in surprise. Sebastian? Why? I frown deeply. From the

“And why do you want us apart?

end of her life,

which I have always tried

to be disobedient… so I need to keep you in line,” he whispers, now

as I stare at him. Not Sia… not Sia…

him away from me, my heart raging. His eyes blaze

and Sia your little dew drop will be fine… In fact, I have the antidote to the