I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 84

In the Night 

ZAIA.  I stare down at the mark. It’s almost the same as mine, Val’s and Atticus’s, but there’s one thing that sticks out to me. The triangular point is facing downwards… Where all of ours has an upside-down V that forms a triangle shape, his is like an inverted version of ours. More so, somehow it just looks more… sinister? 1

I’m not sure if it’s the correct word, but deep down I feel as if something isn’t right. This mark was not on him before. I’ve seen this man naked countless times, kissed his neck right here so many times…

Unease flits through me as Sebastian watches me intently. “How is this…possible?” I murmur, trying to mask my concern. Why is it different? 3

Sebastian rubs the back of his neck as I trace the mark, slowly ignoring the shiver that runs. down my spine.

“I don’t know… but when the three of your touched, I felt a sharp pain, and I heard a voice, something like ‘Forgive me and how I’m the wildcard?’ I’m not sure… I fell unconscious after that. Maybe I imagined it all or maybe it’s linked ” he says quietly, lost in thought. 1

I stare at him for a moment before getting off his lap and slipping my coat on. “What do you mean, you heard a voice?” I ask sharply, looking down at him.

He sighs frustratedly as he sits-back. “I might have forgotten to mention it with everything going on. We got caught up with a lot of crap going on,” he says as if that explains it away as he observes me intently. His words only irritate me.

I can’t read him, he’s wearing one of his sharp shrewd businessmen expressions and I can never make out what he’s thinking when he’s like this.

“How do you forget to mention something so vital? It literally takes two minutes to share something like that! I mean, it doesn’t even take a minute! That’s not something you can just brush off, Sebastian!” I say, wringing my hands, exasperated. “At this rate, who knows. what else you might have forgotten to mention!” 2

I don’t know why I’m so annoyed, but I can’t deny that the mark has left me shaken. He frowns deeply, looking up at me. “Nothing. else, relax Zaia, why are you overreacting?” 5

Excuse me? “Really? Are you actually saying I’m overreacting?” I frown back at him, trying to calm my irritation.

maybe I am…

“Yes. You are. Things happened. It wasn’t intentional that I didn’t mention it,” he growls. “Well, it surely means something,” I murmur. The difference in the design is what’s getting to me the most.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he says, standing up. I look at him sharply. There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice and I grab hold of his arm. “Sebastian.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry … I just mean not everything is necessary to share. Some things are irrelevant and don’t need to be discussed.” 2

His words sting. Are they really irrelevant?

“Did you know?” I ask accusingly. “No. I’m just saying.”

“We’re meant to be a team… I’d have thought that meant sharing everything.” I say softly. Just how I shared the fact that Gerard kissed me with him.

He doesn’t answer, and the atmosphere in the room is suddenly cold. “Well, goodnight… I’ll work on getting you out,” I say, turning away.

“Don’t do this, Zaia,” he says quietly, gripping my wrist.

“Do what?” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “I just don’t have anything to say.”

Our eyes meet and for a moment I feel like saying so much, but I don’t know what I want to say or how. Once again, he doesn’t answer, but he pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

“I don’t want to lose you… Let’s not argue,” he says quietly.

It’s my turn to stay quiet and close my eyes, allowing him to hold me for a few moments. I just wish he understood that right now, every little thing that happens is important to share, but we aren’t seeing eye to eye on this matter and what’s worse is he doesn’t want to.

He kisses the top of my head, and I gently pull away. “I’m just worried about everything, Bastien… I just don’t want to be careless.”

He caresses my cheek. “You never are… you’ve always been the better of us two. You don’t need me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”