Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

Emily

Emily’s POV

The rogues led me through a different section of the castle. At least, I thought it was different. Everything here was a blur of black stone, dark torches, and endless halls.

But I was starting to pay attention. I noted which stairs went down, which halls led to the courtyard, and which ogue guards were actually watching.

A reckless idea started to take shape.

If I could distract them for just a few seconds, I could hide. I could think. I could stay alive long enough to find a

way out of this hellhole.

The rogue guards turned another corner.

Now.

I didn’t hesitate. I drove my elbow back into one rogue’s stomach and shoved the second one hard against the

wall. They both grunted in surprise, cursing as they stumbled.

All those training sessions with Nathan were finally paying off. He would have been proud of me.

Iran.

My bare feet hit the cold stone floors as shouting broke out behind me.

“STOP HER!”

Adrenaline surged through me. Left corridor. Another turn. More stairs. I had no idea where I was headed, but I

didn’t stop.

I saw an open door and ducked inside, slamming it shut.

It was a bedroom. Massive bed, a wardrobe, and dim lighting. Think, Emily. Think.

The sound of heavy boots thundered in the hallway. I scrambled toward the wardrobe and climbed inside, burying nyself in the hanging clothes until the fabric covered me completely.

My heart hammered against my ribs, the only sound in my ears.

One minute passed. Then two.

The hallway stayed quiet. No shouting. No heavy boots. For a second, I let myself believe it. I’d actually made it. They’d run right past the door. Now all I had to do was

The bedroom door creaked open.

Casual footsteps thudded across the floor, stopping right in front of my hiding spot. My body went rigid. No. No,

no, no.

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The wardrobe doors were ripped open.

There he was. Declan.

He leaned against the frame, looking relaxed and completely satisfied with himself.

“Caught you.”

I stared at him, my pulse racing with frustration

He looked pleased. A slow, infuriating smirk pulled at his lips.

He stepped back half an inch and held out his hand. “Come out.”

I shook my head.

“Emily, you can either come out on your own, or I’ll pull you out myself. And believe me–the second option will only be pleasant for me.”

I buried myself deeper into the coats, my head shaking before he could even finish.

No.”

Declan exhaled, sounding like I was being a major inconvenience. “That wasn’t really a request, Emily.”

“I noticed.”

His smirk pulled wider. He was loving this. The man actually looked entertained that I’d just leveled two guards. and sprinted through his father’s castle barefoot like a maniac.

“Emily,” he said, his voice reaching that patient, steady tone. He kept his hand out. “Get out of there.”

“Make me.”

The words were out before I could bite them back.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavy. Declan’s eyes changed, the color bleeding into a darker, murkier shade. It vasn’t anger. It was worse. It was interest.

“That,” he murmured, “was probably a mistake.”

I hated that he could make me feel anything other than pure rage.

He stepped toward the wardrobe. I shoved myself back until the fabric of the coats tangled around my arms.

‘Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Come in here.”

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He arched an eyebrow. “Emily.” His voice dropped to a low hum. “You’re literally hiding in my bedroom.”

My heart skipped a beat.

His room?

I finally looked around the inside of the wardrobe. Dark clothes. Weapons mounted on the back panel. And the scent–it was everywhere now. Smoke, steel, and cedar.

I had picked Declan’s room. Of course I had.

His mouth twitched as if he could see the exact moment I realized how bad I’d messed up. “You look horrified.”

“I am horrified.”

“You attacked two guards and tried to outrun a castle full of rogues.” He leaned against the wardrobe, crossing

is arms lazily. “Your instincts are a mess.”

“I’ve learned that staying still around rogues is bad for my survival.”

Something flickered in his eyes–a flash of guilt. It was gone in a blink, but I saw it.

The space between us felt smaller than before. Suddenly, voices echoed from the hallway.

“They went this way!”

The guards. Declan glanced toward the door, then turned his focus back to me.

“Last chance, little wolf.”

I crossed my arms and stayed put. “No.”

His jaw tightened for a split second. Then he moved.

He was fast. I didn’t even have time to yell before he reached in, grabbed my ankle, and hauled me forward with

errifying strength.

“Declan!” I hissed, trying to kick.

He caught my other leg instantly. Before I could scramble away, he had me pulled flush against his chest. He held

ne there like I was a wild animal he’d just trapped.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

“And you’re insane!”

“It runs in the family.”

A laugh choked its way out of my throat before I could stop it. Declan’s eyes snapped to mine.

We both froze.

The air in the wardrobe shifted. I had laughed. Here. With him. The realization hit us both at the same time, and suddenly, I was aware of everything. His hand firm on my waist. My legs tangled against his. The heat coming off

him in waves.

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