I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 0247 

ZAIA. 

Blow after blow… 

The pain in my body is screaming at me to stop, to take a break and breathe… but I 

don’t want to. 

I refuse to. 

This is a way to release the rage inside of me and it’s… empowering. 

“Zaia… let’s take a break.” Atticus’s breathless voice comes as he grabs my fist, 

yanking me against him, and twists my arm behind my back. “That’s enough for 

today.” He says, looking down at me. 

His hair is drenched in sweat, as is his body. I’m the same. The hairs that refused to stay back are sticking to my face and I can feel the trickles of sweat dripping down my bare stomach as we stand there chest to chest. 

“No. I’m not… but if you want to go, I’ll continue with one of my guards.” I say quietly, 

breaking free and turning away from him, about to summon one of my men when he grips hold of my elbow and forces me to face him. 

“Zaia…” There’s concern in his eyes as he observes me, but I refuse to let people see 

the cracks within me… 

I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head. 

“What’s wrong Atticus? Can’t you handle me?” I ask challengingly as I slowly tug out 

of his hold and cross my arms. 

He smirks slightly before sighing and shaking his head. 

“Alright then, Red, let’s go again.” He says as he adjusts his sweatpants and re–ties. the string. He’s shirtless, and he’s getting a lot of attention from the other females. 

here and a couple of the guys. 

He would make a good partner. I just hope he finds the one and gets that happily 

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ever after he deserves without being hung up over me. 

“Checking me out?” he asks, cocking a brow. 

“I appreciate the view, but no, I was just thinking you aren’t getting any younger. I 

want to see you settle down.” I say as I fall into stance. I’m proud to say I’m a fast 

learner and this time I make the first move. 

“That won’t happen,” he replies as he blocks me….. 

“Ok, I’m done, even if you aren’t. I give up.” Atticus says breathlessly as I pin him to the ground, I’m straddling his stomach a dagger to his throat. He raised his hands in surrender, dropping them onto the ground beside his head as he looks up at me. 

we 

Hours have passed and we are the only ones left in the training hall. I know I pushed 

him today, but I feel a little calmer, or maybe that’s because I’m just exhausted. 

“You went easy on me, didn’t you?” I ask, tilting my head. 

“Honestly? No. I didn’t because this isn’t a joke, and I don’t want you to 

underestimate the enemy or a real match. Not that you don’t know how to handle 

yourself on the battlefield,” he says quietly, slapping the side of my thighs. “You did 

good Red.” 

I suddenly become aware of our position and dropping the dagger, I climb off him. 

groaning at how achy my body is. 

“Take a breather.” He says, grabbing my arm and pulling me onto the ground beside. 

him. 

My back hits the mat beneath me as I lay there beside him staring at the ceiling. 

The sound of our thundering hearts as we recover is loud in the room, but it’s oddly 

satisfying.