I Am The Luna

Chapter 0384

ZADE.

She’s been silent ever since I brought my pickup truck from the garage and began loading the luggage onto it.

I didn’t give her an option because when I went to her place this morning; they had been through her things, even if barely anything was moved. The telltale signs and a little examination made that clear.

I’ve been in Valerie’s room, been in her drawers, and right down to her sexy little thongs, everything was arranged in an order. And they had been touched, moved ever so slightly that I noticed it..

And my instincts told me to pack her stuff and get out of there fast. I made sure nothing contained poison on it. You can never be sure. I spent the first few hours. before sunrise getting her things packed up.

I was trained to be careful, to take note of all the tiny things, to make sure I don’t move things around, and to be aware of how things are set around my target. And I had heard them – moving silently through her apartment, opening the drawers and cupboards.

When we were making out earlier, it had indeed been the landlord at the door, since I had called him and was expecting him. I had dealt with him away from Valerie’s hearing, telling him he can keep the deposit for both our places and that we were moving out.

He hadn’t argued with the advances, he’d only benefit further from new tenants. Of course, he’d first need to fix the damaged door, which he’ll see once we leave…

savings this morning to give to her. After all, I was making her move, and that is a choice I took from her, but I’ll

you’re leaving, we do.” The old man who always complained to others about my bike says, watching me. He complained, but

too loudly when I’m gone.” I

mumbles, stalking off and attempting to disguise a chuckle.

the edge of the truck, pulling the black cover over

have no pack there’s no one to link anyway… but even with no pack the mind link still connects me to my

I head inside instead, to find her pacing my empty apartment, her arms wrapped around herself. She’s dressed in a crochet top, which gives glimpses of her bare skin and her pink bra through the gaps, paired

but I can tell how stressed she is, she’s biting on her thumb which only draws my attention. to her lips, remembering exactly how fucking good she is at taking

women… but nothing came close to the way she gives. Fuck, she’s incredible and I want her to take it all over again just so I can see

as she stares at the ceiling. That’s when I notice the

over to her, not knowing what to do… I may never have admitted it out. loud, but I care for her. But the fear that I am going to mess this up lingers

her and her breath hitches, her heart racing for

really is hopeless…

told you if I catch you, I will fuck you,” I say quietly. I’m not good with words… but I hope she finds some peace in my embrace. It’s all I can

wants to say something, but she’s holding back, and I