I Am The Luna

Chapter 0344

VALERIE.

My heart almost stops, and my eyes glimmer as I ready myself. I’m no longer that helpless woman I once was…

Even if just the thought of being attacked in my apartment sickens me, I have changed. After the war, I made sure to train, to hone my abilities. Zaia and I had our workout sessions four times a day. I trained hard and although it’s not really something I enjoyed, it’s something I realised I needed.

I silently walk towards the door, my bare feet making no noise and when I’m halfway there, I see the shadow move as the person turns away and I close my eyes when they disappear from outside my door.

The silent creak of the floorboards in their wake as they move along is a reminder that there was indeed someone right outside the door moments ago….

Exhaling slowly, I close my eyes, trying to calm myself before I turn my back to the door and look around the room, placing a hand on my forehead.

“It could have been the neighbours…” I glance at the far wall. They’re silent and I can hear the faint snoring from beyond the wall.

I enter my bedroom, about to lock the door, when I realise it doesn’t even have a

latch.

Great…

I get back into bed and lying on my back, I stare at the wall behind me. Could it have been one of the neighbours on this side? I did hear something before…

Shaking my head, I roll onto my side, listening to the sound of a distant siren, and of someone taking the trash out…

my childhood and the small part of town back home where I lived growing up…

of someone banging on

on earth!” I matter as I

they’ll deliver after eleven and I don’t sleep in! I glance at the clock as I

+15 BONUS

a woman in her mid–fifties standing there, her hands on her hips and it’s obvious

ask,

junk out front yours?” she

past her, although we are far too high up to see where she’s pointing past the balcony to the ground far below,

it’s anything but junk, even if

quite new. It wouldn’t be classed as junk.” I answer, running my fingers through my hair.

you’re

I say, shutting

How rude.

parked behind my car was an off–road old minivan. I had asked someone about it who said it had

in

mistaken, or was this woman being petty? I’m sure it’s the latter.

one hand. and sneakers with the other. Putting them on, I hurry out of the front door and down the

hurry to my car, not missing the way everyone is watching. She

she called my

van, and I sit there patiently. Goddess, this woman is testing me…

off, and I’m about to move back where I was parked when the