I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 116

38 A Verdict or I Am The Luna Chapter 116 By Moonlight Muse

ZAIA.

Pain sears through my waist, spreading like fire through my entire body.

I look down, realising I’ve been shot. In my shock at Agatha’s words, I ended up lowering my guard and losing control of the barrier on the door.

My ears ring with a shrill whistling sound just as Agatha lunges at me. In a flash I react, kicking Agatha back and sending her flying.

I raise my gun and shoot at the three guards who are almost on top of me, the one on the left who had shot me raising the gun again, but I pull the trigger, firing a shot square through his head.

My eyes blaze as he drops to the floor, dead.

The other two are alive, but they won’t be getting up for a while. I kick the gun into the corner of the room just as I spot Agatha running to the door. She isn’t getting away, not when I need answers.

I see the butler’s body slumped on the ground in the hall and I don’t sense a heartbeat… did one of the guards kill him?

“Agatha!” I shout as I chase after her. She’s fast but not faster than me. I reach her just as she reaches the stairs and I grab her shoulder. “We aren’t done!” I growl.

“I am!” Agatha hisses as she grabs my arm and yanks me roughly, trying to push me down the stairs. The tug makes a sharp spasm of pain rush through me again and I feel nauseous. I grab the bannister, yanking free from her hold as I grab her arm.

“Enough!” I shout, glaring at the woman I have a hold on. My aura flares around me, rushing off me like a tidal wave, making the chandeliers.

tremble and the lights flicker.

She tenses as she looks around and I think I see a glimmer of fear in her eyes as I regain my balance fully and yank her closer.

“I am not the woman you knew. I am ready to fill the rivers of the underworld with the souls of your people. Push me further, Agatha, and I swear on the lives of my beloved children that I will kill you.” I snarl, my heart thundering hard.

I can smell the fear from her and it’s as if she’s seeing me for the first time.

“I never believed it, but I see it now…” she murmurs to herself, but there’s an understanding in her eyes.

“Believed what?”

“Someone once was adamant that you would choose Sable because you had the fire within you to wreak havoc upon this earth… I see it now ” she says quietly.

“I have the fire to wreak havoc upon those who have done nothing but cause discord.” I correct her, my eyes burning with the hunger for vengeance. “What is Zion the key to?”

She knows I’m not playing.

“The triquetra.” She says, her jaws clenched.

“The triquetra? Not enough, try again.” I snarl, my command burning through my voice as I press the barrel of my gun against her neck.

“Th- the Sublime Triquetra… the key to turn back time and give everyone a second chance!” she spits.

It doesn’t make full sense, but it’s clear he holds the power of something that the Sable did not want to become a reality.

“And so you tried to kill him…”

“I tried before that! I made sure you didn’t get pregnant! And that stupid trip Aran planned took me away from here. Those I relied on clearly failed to make sure you were taking the correct dose of drugs to stop you from conceiving!” she snarls, trying to free herself, but her gaze keeps returning to the gun.

That revelation hits me hard.

Before I even got pregnant, I was being poisoned “So, all that about loving me like a daughter was all fake, was it?” I ask quietly.

Agatha smiles, a smile that no longer looks innocent.

“Of course, you served me better than a servant and since Sebastian did not give up on you, I had to tolerate you anyway! I have sacrificed so much in life for the right cause, so much! We are doing this for the world! I wanted you to choose the Sublime because I knew if you did, my son would become the rightful Sable Blood Born. You bent over backwards to make others happy, so I simply took advantage of it!”

Her words hit hard, but I’m unable to process exactly how I feel so I simply stare at her, unbothered.

“Gaultier, who is he?” I ask. Wondering if his mother was also part of the Sable. She tenses at that before she glares at me. “How do I know the answer to that?”

“The truth, Agatha.”

My eyes blaze as my command weighs down on her.

She seems to contemplate what I asked, and I clench my jaw.

My patience is gone, and I pull the trigger, making her scream as the bullet zooms past her ear, grazing her cheek in the process. It didn’t touch her, but it was millimetres away. The extreme proximity making her flinch.

“I am not playing,” I answer the unspoken question that I know is on her mind.

She glances down the stairs, almost as if she wants to scream for help, but I can already hear the sound of backup approaching.