I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 0350 

A jolt of pleasure rushes through me as he runs the cold barrel of the gun along my inner thigh. 

There’s something wrong with me… 

I see his nostrils flare slightly as he looks at the deep scratches on my thighs where the attacker had grabbed me while trying to part my legs. My heart thunders as he brushes his knuckles up the cuts, sending sparks coursing through me. 

And then he stops, suddenly moving back and walks over to the man still held. captive by his power. The tendril of blue wrapped around his throat even tighter. 

The man tries to say something, choking as he struggles against his restraints. 

“Close your eyes, Little Mate,” Zade commands quietly as he raises his gun. 

What? Is he going to kill him?!” 

No, he… 

Before I can even stop him, he pulls the trigger and I wish I had obeyed his command as I watch the bullet hit the man’s thigh. There’s a silencer on the gun, but even then, the sound rings through my mind. 

But Zade isn’t done. 

My heart is in my mouth as he shoots his wrists. 

“Zade…” I whisper, clamping my hands over my mouth, realising he’s shooting him at every part that he had left a mark on me 

He’s angry, I can see that… but it’s also terrifying to witness how calmly pulling the trigger is for him. 

I don’t think anything I say will stop him, but I have to try. “That’s enough… give him to the police.” 

He shoots him in the face and I flinch.. 

“I told you… close your eyes,” he whispers and this time he crouches down, his gun pointing at the man’s crotch. 

“This was what you were about to assault her with… right?” he whispers as the man splutters, blood spilling from his face. My stomach turns as I clamp my eyes shut, my heart pounding, and I gasp when the gun goes off again and I hear the 

other man groan, although it’s muffled. 

The smell of blood reaches my nose, but I’m too afraid to even dare take a look. One more bullet and then his heartbeat is gone, leaving me a trembling mess. 

I’m helpless, sitting here with Zade. 

Alone… 

The bed dips and my eyes fly open as I find myself staring into his eyes. The gun is still in his hand, and I can see the flecks of blood on both Zade’s chest, arms. and the barrel of the gun. 

“Tell me… why did you not call for me?” he asks, as he flips the gun in his hand, grabbing it from the barrel as he brushes my hair back with the back of it. 

“You killed him… what are we going to do?” I whisper shakily, ignoring his question. 

There’s a dead body here! In my room. 

Goddess! 

He tilts his head. Something flashes in his eyes as he forces my chin up with the 

gun. 

How many rounds does a gun have? Are there still bullets in there? 

I stare into his face, feeling myself calm, and I’m not sure how or why, but… why am I not afraid? @