I Am The Luna

Chapter 0506

Stepping back into the lounge, I sit down on the sofa facing the glass doors that look out onto the backyard of the packhouse and place my feet on the table, crossing them at the ankle before I pick up my laptop and return to work.

Frowning, I see my usual screen gone. Instead, there's a black window, with the words "DON'T EVER LEAVE YOUR LAPTOP ON FOR ANYONE TO GAIN ACCESS TO YOU IDIOT. In a big lilac font.

Adriana.

I don't think I've been called that anywhere near as many times as she has called me an idiot in the short period of time that I've known her. I'm about to snap my laptop shut when I pause and click on the screen, seeing the cursor blink and type the following words.

"Using the Wi-Fi here is also risky, so that's proof enough that I genuinely have nothing to hide. I hit enter and see the words appear under the now much smaller first sentence.

'Awe, how cute, actually you have this laptop connected to the same drive and email account as your phone. Thank you for the access. You have a lot of pictures on here. I never took you for the conceited type. I mean, idiotic, posh, dumb, annoying? Yeah? Conceited, no, not really."

I smirk as I raise an eyebrow. 'Idiotic and dumb are pretty much the same thing'

"Hmm, one use of the word idiot doesn't suffice for you. LOL'

big word appears on

reply, the screen shuts off and I'm taken back to my own welcoming screen. Only the background is now a picture of me in my

post-work-out selfie and snap

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

needs to- wait, did she say she can access everything on my phone? There are pictures of me in there. I

room, I sniff the air, frowning when I pick up her scent immediately and follow it down the hall. It's only two doors away and my

Valerie...

her arm on the door frame, blocking

Burns

are mapped with burn marks my stomach twists as rage flashes through me. The urge to know how she got them intensifies within me. I remember

want?" she snaps, making me blink as I turn

at her arms. She now drops them, crossing them as if uncomfortable with my gaze. "Stay out of my private property..." I murmur. There's no anger in my words, and they don't

of my life," she replies quietly, making my eyes snap to those pale green ones, her

"I don't-"

thinking. Accept my rejection so