I Am The Luna

Chapter 0318

ZAIA.

He shrugs, looking at me as if I had just accused him wrongly.

“I don’t know,” he says, feigning innocence as he turns when Sia comes into view. “Sia is causing problems.”

Mhmm, I’m sure that is as far from the truth as possible.

Her long auburn hair is in a high ponytail, and she’s all dressed and ready for the journey. She’s wearing a tweed white dress with black collars and tights. On top of it, she’s wearing a white fur coat with a matching hat.

“Mommy, he real-” she begins, but just then the doorbell rings, interrupting her. “Dad!” Sia turns her eyes, lighting up with excitement.

She runs to the door and so does Xander and I smile at Zion, who remains in his spot, despite the excitement in his eyes.

“I’ll go get your bags.”

He takes hold of my arm and tilts his head. “It’s Christmas. You should say hi at least, Mom.”

My heart skips a beat as I look into his piercing blue eyes, and I nod. “True, I will, don’t you worry.”

but I need a moment to gather my

with powerful and intense emotions. I haven’t seen him in a while, but I’ve noticed over the last two years, that every time I see him, the pain and the

have forgiven him, forgiven him

get to where I am now. After what happened, I was more closed off and was always on edge. Far more paranoid

on the school premises throughout the day. Yet, I was still panicking and counting the hours until they got home

check if Zade was indeed still locked up,

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the windows several times before bed. The entire thing took a toll on me, but as the years passed, it became easier and I began to relax.

we are doing ok. With the passing years, I began to remember the

walks… playing the violin,

of. The door is pulled open by Sia and the biting cold of the blizzard hits me hard. The howling of the wind fills the room

I missed you!”

missed you too, Princess,” Sebastian’s

up at

get more handsome with every passing year? His black hair is brushed back, with a single strand falling in front of his face. There are a few streaks of grey which were there the last time I saw him, but they only add to his deadly charm. There’s a dusting of snowflakes over his

breath away. They flash silver as they look me over, head to toe, then back up until he’s gazing into my

eyes once more.

me feel weak. I swallow hard, trying to remain