I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 429

Chapter 0429 

“All done, Doctor?” Zade asks as he comes over when I finally peel my latex gloves off. 

“In here yes,” I say, thinking my most important patient is left. “You didn’t need to wait 

with me.” 

and I lean against him. I’m 

He wraps his arms around me, tired, but he was the one who 

drove here and didn’t even rest. He’s probably way more tired. 

“I like watching you.” 

“Sounds stalkery,” I whisper, amused. 

“You have no idea, I’ll always be watching you Little Mate,” he whispers huskily, and I shiver at the glint in his eyes, but I can’t deny those words make my heart skip a beat before I lean up and kiss his lips softly. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, and we are yet to start training. That’s going to prove… interesting.” 

“Agreed. And I don’t plan to delay, since we are here it might even be even better grounds to train in,” he remarks 

as we switch off the light and head to our room next door. 

I lock the door and walk over to Zade. “Now your turn.” 

“I’m all good,” he says, his hands skimming my waist, making my 

could do with a round of you.” 

stomach waist. “But I 

“Zade, no, not until I’ve checked your wounds,” I say firmly. He was hurt pretty bad, that much I knew, and even if he looks ok, I know he can take a lot. 

“I’ve tended to them, Little Mate, stop worrying.” 

“Zade.” I frown, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. “Strip, or I will do it for you.” 

“You mean you’ll strip, I don’t mind…” he purrs huskily. 

I poke my eyes out, and he sighs as he reaches for the bottom of his hoodie. “I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” I don’t reply, waiting for him to remove his hoodie. I don’t miss the way his arm won’t go up past a certain point or how his move to remove his hoodie is a lot slower than it should be. 1 

He’s in pain, even if he’s pretending he’s not. 

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My heart skips a beat as I pull his T–shirt off and look at the bandages he’s wrapped around his entire torso. “Hey… I’m fine.” He murmurs, taking hold of my chin. 

“I’ll of that,” I whisper, my heart thudding as I begin to undo the bandage, the 

be the in smell of blood now hitting me. With every round of unravelling, the pink–stained bandage changes to red, getting darker and darker… he’s got far too many layers on, no wonder I couldn’t smell the blood. 

My fingers tremble as I stare at the drenched bandage in my hands. Never has blood made me feel as queasy as it did at this moment. 

He’s wounded, and it’s not just a little cut here and there… 

“Turn.” I command, my voice quivering. 

“Hey, I’m alright, or I wouldn’t be standing,” he says. 

“Turn!” 

He does, and it feels like my heart is going to stop in 

my chest. 

There are a few cuts, two are quite deep, but the worst is the bullet wounds that are clearly poisoned, one in his shoulder, two in his left flank, one in the right side of his back… 1 

My eyes blur with tears. Once again, he had to put everyone else before himself. He was so worried about my leg when he was dealing with all of this!