Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Chapter 345 Mountain Sanctuary

Cecilia’s pov

My eyes fluttered open as someone gently pulled off my headphones.

I blinked against the sudden sunlight and looked out the window.

We were landing on a mountain peak, sharp and endless, covered in deep green pine trees.

Below us, the Colorado Springs landscape looked wild and untouched.

Two people waited near the helipad. A man and a woman, both probably in their early forties, stood side by side in rugged clothes that blended into the mountain surroundings.

Tang helped Harper and me down the chopper steps. My legs were still heavy from sleep.

The woman walked over with a warm smile and offered me her arm.

The man stayed quiet. He went straight to our bags and started loading them.

"This way, please," The woman said.

She led us toward a black SUV parked nearby, opening the rear doors with the kind of smooth efficiency that said this wasn’t her first time doing this.

Once we were settled inside and the luggage was loaded, the woman climbed into the passenger seat and the man took the wheel.

The vehicle pulled away from the helipad and turned onto a surprisingly wide road, carved right into the mountain.

Towering pines lined both sides, their branches weaving overhead like a canopy, letting sunlight filter through in shifting patterns.

The light danced across my lap, warm and unreal.

I found myself staring at a patch of gold on my jeans, wondering for a second if I was still dreaming.

"Mr. Cassian asked us to make sure you’re comfortable," the woman’s voice cut through my fog. She’d twisted in her seat to face us, still smiling.

"Thanks," I croaked, my voice scratchy from sleep. Harper and Tang murmured their thanks too.

"Oh, it’s no trouble at all," the woman said with a laugh. "I’m Yulia."

She nodded toward the driver. "That’s my husband, Levi."

We exchanged polite nods as I introduced myself.

"Cece. Just Cece."

I kept my full name to myself on purpose.

This was Colorado Springs, after all. It might’ve been Cassian’s turf, but it was still way too close to Maggie Locke for comfort.

Yulia didn’t push. She clocked our caution immediately and let it go without blinking.

Author’s pov

At the time, no one in Cecilia’s group knew that the entire mountain belonged to the Locke family.

It wasn’t just land; it was a private empire carved into the wilderness.

The pine-covered slopes, the winding roads, the hidden community behind electronic gates, and the sleek modern mansion at the summit.

All of it was under Locke control.

The Locke matriarch had lived there in self-imposed isolation for years, far removed from the chaos of city life.

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