I Am The Luna

Chapter 0385

A reminder that I lived in survival mode, whilst she lived in her perfect boxed house, playing doctor…

“I’m not asking you to. All I’m saying is shift to this other place until the Arkan are taken care of. They know who you are, Valerie. You had pictures in your

room.”

“That’s my problem!” she snaps but exhales in frustration as she runs her fingers through her gorgeous hair.

I close the gap she put between us, grabbing her waist as I tug her against me, Look… let’s go, and we will talk about this, alright?” I say.

She isn’t looking at me. Her shoulders slump and she leans her head against me, and I instantly pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her.

I know this is hard for her, but I wish she understood how serious this is, too. I mean, she was almost raped. Does she not get that?

“Let’s go,” I say to her.

She sighs heavily again but doesn’t respond, allowing me to lead the way out.

Out in the hall, she suddenly halts when we are about to pass the door to her place, which is wide open since we got all her luggage out and she pulls away. She walks to the doorway, standing in it unmoving before she sniffs.

Is she crying?

“Let’s go.” She says before she brushes past me and hurries down the stairs quickly.

I follow her, but when we step outside I see her looking around.

“My car!”

have someone bringing

crying out loud! I’m older than you! I would have driven it there!” she growls, opening the truck door and getting in, yanking the door shut before

brow. Did she really

and get

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not going to fucking argue, not until I have her away from this place, and the quicker I do that,

crossed, her head turned as she stares out of the window. The silence between

Great…

have to wake an hour earlier to get to work every single day,” she says, looking at the house at

least you’ll be alive to do so,” I reply, unable to keep the mockery

to get here and although I offered to stop

place that is safe. I knew her

her, and that fucking shook me. if they had

she shakes her head. “Just forget it. Are there two bedrooms?”

like a punch in the gut. I nod. Yeah, you can pick whichever

respond, picking up two of her boxes from the back of the trunk.

them. I’ll get them inside for you,”

I walk past her and unlock the door, opening it wide and take

area. 2

place is clean, a slight smell of it being closed up lingers, but it’s a safe place, right down to the design of

out to. But he had a few of these homes made around the state. Even if you were chipped, this place would distort

about to head back to the truck when something falls with a loud band, and

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boxes she was carrying on the floor; the contents sprawling everywhere as she