Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217 The Distance Between Us

Sebastian’s pov

I sat by my mother’s hospital bed, the antiseptic stench of the room clinging to my clothes like guilt.

The pond’s damp chill still lived in my bones--or maybe it was just the memory of her soaked dress, the way her hand trembled even in sleep.

She’d survived. Barely. She was stable now.

But the fear hadn’t left my chest. Not entirely.

Beta Sawyer’s voice came over the mind-link, cutting through the static in my head *Cecilia just called,*

My shoulders dropped as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The edges of my exhaustion retracted, just enough for relief to slip in.

Cecilia. Home. Unharmed.

A grim, quiet acknowledgment settled over me. Tang had done what I couldn’t last night. Because I wasn’t there.

"Sebastian, sweetheart..."

The voice behind me was barely more than air. I turned fast.

My mother was trying to sit up--frail, pale, and bruised like a porcelain doll that had lost a fight with gravity.

We’d stayed with her all night.

The pond nearly turned from aesthetic feature to obituary headline, thanks to the weight of her dress and a mess of underwater vines.

Earlier, a nurse had whispered, "She’s been having nightmares. Shock-hallucinations, maybe. We’ve given her something to help her rest. But she needs family. "So we stayed--my father and I, pacing and praying.

"I’m here," I said gently, stepping forward.

She blinked up at me, her face softening like spring soil after the thaw.

"I wouldn’t have made it out last night if it weren’t for this kind young woman," she murmured, eyes glassing over. "Beautiful soul. Generous heart. You have to help me thank her when you come home."

My father leaned in, voice rising like a congressman mid-reelection speech.

"We’ll send her a thank-you gift basket or something. What’s her name, Regina?"

"I don’t know," Mom snapped, waving him off. "Ask our son! I want Sebastian to come with me."

"I’ve barely slept," I muttered. "And I’ve got a flight in an hour. Maybe table this until I’m back?"

She ignored the suggestion entirely.

"You could just invite her to dinner," she said innocently--too innocently.

"One of those casual thank-you things. Homemade food. Candles. No pressure."

I blinked.

"I think," I said coolly, "you should focus on healing. We can express our gratitude properly once you’re recovered."

Her mouth dropped open like I’d kicked a kitten in front of her.

My dad shot me that classic ’I didn’t raise you to be this emotionally constipated’ glare.

Before either could wind up a guilt-trip speech, I cut in.

"Any visitors show up," I said, turning toward the nurse, "you send them away. No exceptions."

I glanced at my watch.

Planes, unlike family drama, ran on schedules.

"She’ll be fine," I told them, nodding toward the nurse. "I’ve already had my siblings rearrange their calendars. You’ll be babysat so hard you’ll beg for solitude."

My mom huffed. My dad grumbled.

I slipped out before either could launch into Act II of the parental performance.

In the corridor, I spotted Tang half-asleep in the lounge chair, slouched like a Labrador who’d just been told it was Monday again.

I kicked his boot. "Up. Now."

He jerked awake.

Sawyer was already ahead, marching like a man who’d trademarked grim determination.

The three of us loaded into the SUV without a word.

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and pressed my fingers against my brow.

Then I dialed Cecilia.

She picked up on the second ring.

"Boss," she said in that maddeningly professional tone. "Instructions?"

I opened my eyes.

Something about her voice was too smooth. Like polished glass hiding a crack.

"Go to the penthouse," I said quietly. "I’ll be there soon."

"Understood."

She didn’t hang up. But she didn’t say anything else either.

"Cece?" I asked.

She cut me off with surgical sweetness.

"Well, it sounds like you’re safe and settled, Alpha. I’ll let you go."

Click.

Hung up like I’d just been pitched a timeshare in the middle of a crisis call.

"Last night... when you brought them back," I said suddenly, eyes fixed on Tang. "Did she say anything?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Cecilia’s pov

I’d just made it upstairs when Liam met me at the elevator with his usual worried eyes and a napkin-wrapped scone.

"Did you eat already?"

"I’m fine. Thanks," I said, mustering the kind of polite tone you reserve for overly attentive baristas when your world’s on fire.

He hovered like he wanted to say more, but wisely didn’t.

Muffin, the world’s neediest cat, sauntered over and let out a dramatic yowl.

"Hey, you," I murmured, crouching to scratch under her chin. "At least someone missed me."

She headbutted my palm and purred like an old tractor on a frosty morning--loud, rattling, and absolutely certain of her place in the universe.

Pure, unconditional affection.

Unlike some emotionally constipated Alpha I could mention.

I was still kneeling on the floor, a feather toy in one hand, when I heard the heavy footsteps behind me.

Of course.

I didn’t need to turn to know.

But I did.

Sebastian.

Same unreadable eyes.

Same perfectly pressed button-down.

Same gravitational pull I hated myself for orbiting.

"I need a word," he said softly, stepping closer like he thought proximity might soften the blow.

"Boss," I replied, smiling like a polite glass of iced tea--cool, sweet, and laced with just enough bite to make your throat burn.

"You’ve got a plane to catch in an hour. Maybe get a shower and a clean shirt first?"

His jaw ticked.

I knew that look.

He wanted to talk. To explain.

Too late.

Because I’d offered him my vulnerability once.

And last night, he’d handed it back like a party invitation he never intended to RSVP.