I Am The Luna

Chapter 0388

VALERIE.

My heart races, the phone almost slipping from my hold as his words ring in my mind.

Zade turns, carrying me over to the chest of drawers and places me on top of it, still holding me tightly as he takes his own phone out and types something in on the web browser.

“I’m coming there,” Atticus adds firmly.

I’m about to stop him when I hesitate. “Fine… umm, I’ll text you the address because I’ve moved out of the apartment complex,” I say, looking at Zade who

nods.

“Ok, why?”

“I’ll talk to you in person,” I answer slowly.

“Alright, just stay safe, Valerie. Maybe you moving wasn’t a good idea.” Atticus replies quietly.

“I’m not a kid, Atticus…”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean I can’t worry. I’ll see you soon. I’m booking my flight right now.”

I bid him farewell and close my eyes, leaning back against the wall.

“It’s for the better, they need to know… I need to check if Matt is ok,” Zade says. quietly.

“Yeah… I’m really sorry…” I say quietly as he clicks on another link and the

words ‘Driver Dead‘ emblazoned on the screen.

me, and I feel terrible.

so, so

It’s not your fault… this isn’t

I don’t feel better.

have to go down to the

with this,” Zade

am I now. What if they ask for your name?”

to calm the anxiousness

fake ID. You don’t need to worry about me,” he says, and I nod. He’s careful, he’ll

to the station in the meantime,” he combs his fingers through

heavily, resting my forehead against his. “Today is just going

on, we’ll grab something to eat too,” he kisses my

to tell Atticus about us.”

quietly, his gaze dipping to my breasts, his

am ready,” I answer softly; even if it is going to be hard, I’m not going to pretend we are

watching me intently, his fingers playing with the strap of my bra. “Come on, then.“.

of me wants to finish what we began, but life just

nod. “Give me a minute,”

the stuff out of the truck,” he says, his hands caressing my waist before

sure you bring everything into this room…” I say.

raises an eyebrow, looking down at

to cool off you can go to the other room… but I think we can share a room… I want to…” I answer

at

drifts to darker thoughts and I ponder over

web browser and search for the story. Watching the video as two cars with no number plates close

of the cars makes a flash of memory from the

I had not paid attention to. I had. seen that blue–grey truck parked at the apartment