Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 75

Comments

2:57 pm

Chapter 75

Emily’s PUV

The warm water ran over my shoulders, washing away the sweat and the ache of the morning. But it couldn’t wash away my thoughts. My body still felt the phantom pressure of the training every touch, every sharp movement.

And I felt him.

I closed my eyes, letting the steam fill my lungs for just a second. Then, my phone vibrated on the counter outside. I froze. I tried to ignore it, but it buzzed again.

Harder. Persistent.

I killed the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and stepped out. The screen was glowing in the dim light of the

oom.

Owen: You disappeared.

A long pause, then another bubble appeared.

Owen: Was I too late?

My chest tightened. The words were so simple, yet they cut deep. I stared at the glowing text for a long time, my lamp skin shivering in the cool air. Should I tell him I was okay? Should I tell him that everything had already

hanged?

I let out a shaky breath and hit the lock button. The room went dark. I put the phone face down on the nightstand

ind went back into the bathroom to finish drying off.

:**

When I stepped back into the bedroom, the air felt different. It was thicker. Heavy.

I stopped dead. Nathan was sitting on the edge of my bed. He looked calm–too calm. And my phone was in his

land.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“You left it,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question.

I couldn’t find my voice. He didn’t wait for me to speak; he just turned the screen toward me.

The message was still there, bright and accusing in the shadows of the room.

He didn’t look angry. He looked like he was waiting for me to give him a reason to be.

The silence in the room stretched until it felt like it might snap.

5:57 pm

Natian’s voice was flat, almost empty.

I took a small step toward him. It doesn’t matter.”

He looked up at me then. His gaze was a physical weight, pinning me to the Boor. “It matters to him.”

The clock on the wall ticked. Once. Twice.

“Does it matter to you?” I asked. My voice was barely a whisper.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. Nathan looked down at the phone in his hand, then back at me.

“I don’t answer him,” I added, my heart thumping.

“I see that,” he said. He slowly lowered his hand, but his grip on the phone didn’t loosen. He wasn’t letting go.

“He was there when you were running today,” Nathan said. It wasn’t a question. He knew.

I felt my muscles tighten. “Yes.”

He nodded once, very slowly. “And yet, you’re still here.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t even know what “here” meant anymore–if I was his guest, his student, or his

risoner.

Nathan stood up..He moved so fast I didn’t have time to breathe. Suddenly, he was right there, filling my space.

He was too close. And he knew exactly what that was doing to me.

Emily.”

His voice was low, vibrating in the small space between us. “If you want to leave, say it now.”

My heart stopped. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Because I don’t share,” he added. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing against my chest.

I met his gaze, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I’m not a thing, Nathan.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Then stop acting like you’re a choice between two men.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing pulse. “I’m here,” I said. It

vas quiet, but firm.

He watched me for a long time, searching my face. Finally, he held out the phone. “Then settle it.”

I took it from him. The screen was still glowing with Owen’s message: Was I too late?

My fingers hovered over the glass. I didn’t type a word. Instead, I pressed the lock button and looked up. “I already made my choice.”

Goud. Give it to me.” He held out his hand again.

A sting of annoyance flared in my chest. This phone was a gift, and now he was just taking it? I sighed, but I placed the device in his palm any way, feeling like I was saying goodbye to it.

Nathan unlocked the screen, typed something quickly, and then handed it back. I frowned, checking my messages with Owen. Nothing. He hadn’t sent anything to him.

I looked at Nathan, confused, but he just pulled out his own phone. A second later, my screen chimed with a

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify