Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 Echoes of Grief

Cecilia ’s pov

What was that sound ?

Maybe a cat ?

That was my first thought.

I’d heard something like that last night. It sounded like a cat crying in the dark.

I froze. My ears strained to catch it again.

The noise came and went, thin as wind through a cracked window. Faint, but it tugged at something deep in my chest.

I didn’t go looking. I sank back into the couch, pressing my back hard against the cushions.

But after a minute, I shot to my feet and turned toward the hallway where Sebastian and Cassian had gone.

That wasn’t a cat. I could feel it.

I followed the same path and spotted Cassian at the far end of the hall.

"I just heard crying from the sitting room," I whispered. "It sounded... off. I didn’t want to check it alone."

Cassian’s eyes sharpened. "I’ll go with you."

He turned on his heel and headed back, his steps fast and heavy. I had to jog to keep up.

As we walked, he called Sebastian.

A moment later, Sebastian turned the corner, saw me out of breath, and picked me up without a word.

"Rest if you’re tired," he said, holding me close.

Then he gave Cassian a look.

Cassian raised both hands in mock guilt. "My bad. I’ll buy her ice cream when we get out of here."

My face heated. "Let’s just find them first..."

Cassian grinned. "You’re always so thoughtful, Cece."

The three of us moved toward the sitting room.

At the hallway entrance, I pointed ahead. "The sound came from that direction. It gave me chills."

Sebastian nodded. "You were smart not to go alone. "

Cassian led the way.

The hallway stretched far ahead, ending in a sharp turn toward the back of the house.

Right as we reached the corner, the crying came again.

Low. Muffled. Gut-wrenching.

It sounded like grief caught on an endless loop.

My throat tightened. I leaned into Sebastian’s chest without thinking.

The sound pulled at something deep, like it wanted to drag us into someone else’s pain.

Cassian picked up his pace.

We rounded the corner and found the source.

A storage room sat next to the back door.

We approached slowly. Cassian turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The room was big and messy, filled with crates, broken chairs, and furniture covered in sheets.

In the far corner, three figures sat cross-legged in front of a wooden crate.

Martha. Yulia. Fiona.

All three were crying. None of them looked up. None even flinched.

Sebastian stepped forward, still holding me, until we could see their faces.

"It’s them," he said quietly.

I stared, unsettled. I nudged him.

"Are they... poisoned ?"

He nodded once. "Most likely."

Cassian crouched beside Martha, keeping his voice steady.

"Grandma, why are you sitting here crying ? It’s late. You should be in bed."

She didn’t answer. She cried harder, then whispered between sobs.

"Raymond... my Raymond..."

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