The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 152

Diana’s pov

Almost the instant Nathan’s voice fell, without any hesitation, my hand, which was reaching down, transformed into sharp wolf claws and swiftly attacked Nathan’s neck.

“If you don’t want to die, keep your mouth shut,” I said, gripping his neck.

Yet, Nathan showed no fear of being held hostage.

He smirked lightly and asked, “Are you begging me not to tell William about your plan to blow up the lab?”

“Do you think this is begging?

I narrowed my eyes, my palm tightening, the nails almost piercing Nathan’s vulnerable skin. “Otherwise?” Nathan remained composed. “Do you think ”

Nathan’s voice halted abruptly, his left hand quickly grasping my wrist, forcefully twisting it to break free from my grip.

He pinned my wrist against the wall, towering over me, mocking, “Do you really think you can kill me?” A familiar scent enveloped me, giving me goosebumps almost instantly.

“Let go!” I shook my shoulder fiercely.

But my struggle seemed as insignificant to Nathan as a pebble thrown into the vast ocean, and he smiled, whispering, “Djana, has no one ever told you that begging should come with a proper attitude?”

I snorted. “If you want me to beg, you’d have to kill me first. Let me repeat, let go of me!”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

His expression resembled that of someone watching the struggle of prey before its demise.

Just when I thought he would retaliate against me, maybe even kill me, after a few seconds, he suddenly released my wrist and stepped back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell William about your plan to blow up the lab. But in exchange, you must agree to something.”

I rubbed my sore wrist. “What is it?”

Nathan remained silent.

I gritted my teeth. “If you want me to get the formula from Healer for you, you might as well kill me.”

I tilted my chin, closing my eyes.

The expected suffocation didn’t come.

1 heard Nathan say, “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have saved you just now.”

I suddenly remembered Nathan’s urgent expression as he rushed towards me in the fire and his. determination when he pushed away the pillar.

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at his reddened right hand and asked the question that had been puzzling me since earlier but that I had deliberately ignored.

“So why did you save me?”

The surroundings seemed to quiet down in an instant the roar of helicopters, the spraying of water trucks, and the clamor of the crowd downstairs–all disappeared.

I could only hear my heartbeat and Nathan’s breath.

Though I didn’t want to admit it, at this moment, I shamefully found myself expecting something. After about half a minute, Nathan finally spoke.

“Why do you think?” he asked me back. “Because I still have feelings for you, because I still love you?” I froze, my heart pounding violently.

Then, I heard Nathan sneer disdainfully, “Diana, what kind of dream are you having? I saved you because I thought it would be too easy for you to die crushed by a pillar.”

My heartbeat gradually calmed, so much so that I began to doubt if it still resided in my chest.

But perhaps I had grown accustomed to the feeling of disappointment or perhaps my feelings for Nathan had truly diminished with the increasing misunderstandings. After a brief moment of disappointment, I felt nothing in the depths of my heart.

“That’s fine.” I shrugged, saying calmly, “Better off not letting me know you still have feelings for me, sparing me unnecessary disgust.”

I glanced at Nathan, unsure if it was my imagination, but I saw his pupils quiver violently, as if some intense emotion was about to burst forth

Not wanting to delve into it, 1 averted my gaze.

“It’s impossible for me to give you the antidote formula, so tell me about other conditions,” I said.

After a few seconds of silence, Nathan spoke, “You must also keep what I did in the lab today a secret. from William.”

At this, I looked at Nathan again, his expression returning to its initial indifference.

“I don’t understand, aren’t you and William in a cooperative relationship?”

“But it’s merely a cooperation,” Nathan emphasized.

Implying that his relationship with William wasn’t as unbreakable as I had imagined. But that was normal. Nathan was the kind of person who equally doubted anyone who harbored thoughts of getting close to him, except Avia.

“Okay, I agree,” I said.

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was that the entire lab was burned down, leaving nothing

The bad news-

put out, firefighters found Fisher unconscious in the

his body and had a leg injury, he miraculously survived

But…

watched Fisher, covered in bandages and barely breathing. kneeling on the ground. I felt perhaps death would be the greatest mercy for

William’s wrath.

the lab explode?” William’s arms braced on the desk,

word roaring out of the abyss, chilling to the bone. Fisher

L… I don’t know

had been smoked by

William wouldn’t believe

had been on his right side since a moment ago, William pulled the trigger without

a piercing scream.

huddled together in fear.

had expected William to

aimed at your eyes.” The black gun barrel, emitting

second of hesitation, Fisher, with his ragged voice, hoarsely exclaimed, “It’s the catalyst! I added a catalyst to the existing antidote,

lowered the

Fisher breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He licked his dry, cracked lips and trembled as he spoke, “It was Healer who said… she said the catalyst

me, indicating I provide an

a significant effect on the antidote, but I never mentioned this to Fisher.‘

because I overheard your conversation with Moss!”

can add a catalyst without my permission because

puzzled as I looked at Fisher. “Or

Fisher was suddenly

at me with fury. “I know! It’s you! You and

on an innocent look. “Fisher, you can’t make a mistake

Fisher roared.

it was Healer and Moss who pretended to argue, making me think that Healer

Chapter 152

Diana’s pov

the instant Nathan’s voice fell, without any hesitation, my hand, which was reaching

die, keep your mouth shut,” I said, gripping his

no fear of being held

“Are you begging me not to

this is begging?”

my palm tightening, the nails almost piercing Nathan’s

composed. “Do you think

his left hand quickly grasping my wrist, forcefully twisting it to break free from

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the wall, towering over me, mocking, “Do

me, giving

go!” I shook

insignificant to Nathan as a pebble thrown into the vast ocean, and he smiled, whispering, “Diana, has no one ever told

snorted. “If you want me to beg, you’d have to kill me first. Let me repeat,

eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his

expression resembled that of someone watching

e off

maybe even kill me, after a

be up the lab. But in exchange, you must agree t

something.”

my sore wrist. “What is

Nathan remained silent.

my teeth. “If you want me to get the formula from Healer for you, you might as well kill me.” I tilted my chin,

expected suffocation didn’t come.

“If I wanted to kill

as he rushed towards me in the

opening my eyes, I looked at his reddened right hand and asked the question that had been puzzling me since

did you

quiet down in an instant–the roar of helicopters, the spraying of water trucks, and

hear my

moment, I shamefully found myself expecting something. After

me back. “Because I still have feelings for you, because I

my heart pounding violently.

you having? I saved you because I thought it would be too easy for you to die crushed by

so much so that I began

feeling of disappointment or perhaps my feelings for Nathan had truly diminished with the increasing misunderstandings. After a brief moment of disappointment, I

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not letting me know you still have feelings for me, sparing me

I saw his pupils quiver violently, as if somet intense emotica was about to burst

wanting to delve into it, 1 averted

for me to give you the antidote formula,

a few seconds of silence, Nathan spoke, “You must also keep what I did in

at Nathan again, his expression returning to its initial

don’t understand, aren’t you and William in a cooperative relationship?”

a cooperation,” Nathan emphasized,

wasn’t as unbreakable as I had imagined. But that was normal. Nathan was the kind of person who equally doubted anyone who harbored thoughts of getting