I Am The Luna

Chapter 0434

We walk side by side and head down the winding stairs, only to spot Atticus waiting at the bottom of the stairs, pacing restlessly.

“We’re not late, are we?” Valerie asks.

“No, not at all,” he answers, glancing behind us before he turns and leads the way out of the front doors and takes a left, where I can see there’s a smaller side building.

“Has Zaia arrived?” Valerie asks Atticus.

“She has, about twenty minutes ago.” He now turns and smiles at Valerie. He seems a little more relaxed than he was moments earlier.

What’s his issue? Is it because he’s housing me? Or is this meeting stressing him the fuck out? If it’s the first issue, I would willingly stay elsewhere.

“Great, and Sebastian, he’s here too, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is the head of the council, but we can both agree he wouldn’t allow Zaia to come here without him. He’s insecure,” his whispered words are full of mockery, making Valerie

smile.

“You two still at it, it means? Why am I not surprised.” She shakes her head and looks at me. “Atticus and Sebastian don’t see eye to eye.”

“And why is that?” I ask, not interested in them, but always willing to hear my Little Mate talking.

at Atticus. ‘Loving the same

Zaia?

Really?

fated

‘Well, yes.

brother should back the

you in on tonight.‘ Valerie’s eyes meet mine.

a second, squeezing her waist. For her, I’d listen to anything she wants to tell me. Watching her and hearing her voice is more than

+15 BONUS

feel of her skin

love

hear the hum of talking, but the moment we step into what is clearly a hall used for business,

men and women there. Every man is in a suit or, like Atticus, in pants and shirts. I’m the only one here dressed down, but I don’t really care,

eyes are on us, and no one speaks until a certain redhead steps

doesn’t go unnoticed as she hurries around the people * standing around and comes over

so silent that I can hear them breathe in this quietness. The uneasy tension settling amongst them is also glaringly

forward, closing the gap between them as she hugs her. Zaia

away after a moment, my time as their prisoner rushes back and as much as I dealt with it, it isn’t a memory I will

missed you,” Zaia whispers. “How are you

eyes on me, and I turn to them, not missing how their hearts are

they want from me?