From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Unwavering Emotions

ELOISE.

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“It’s fine. It’s just a graze,” Damon says as we pull into the driveway of a house on the water.

“It’s not fine if you’re bleeding,” I grit out, becoming more irritated by his lunacy than anything else. It’s dark, so I can’t see much of the property from the outside, but when he le me through the garage, I’m momentarily stunned by the beauty of the cabin.

It’s all dark woods and black leather in the living space, leading to an open kitchen with a lo black marble island. Skylights stretch across the ceiling, and large windows line the back wa giving a spectacular view of the dock and city lights sparkling from across the water.

Damon throws his car keys onto the counter, then turns, realizing I’ve stopped dead in my tracks. I don’t know what I expected his home to look like, but this wasn’t it. His eyebrows di slightly, and I refocus on our argument.

“If you weren’t so hell–bent on not going to the hospital, I might not worry.” I come to a stop front of him. “Don’t you have an underworld doctor or something?”

He raises an eyebrow, seemingly indifferent about the wound. I know he wants to chase whoever shot at us. He’s been firing off commands over the phone ever since we left the cinema. I’m still in complete shock that someone would actually shoot at us in a movie theate of all places.

Yet, all I cared about was him.

“Unfortunately, it’s too early in the night to sneak into the veterinary clinic to see the doc. and what do you mean? You’re my doctor, so I expect you to treat me,” he deadpans. My jaw drops I don’t even know how to respond to that, then I see the slightest twitch of his lips.

“Are you seriously making a joke right now?”

“Well, I assumed when you said underworld doctor, you had some inspiration from some TV

show.”

I throw my hands in the air. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.

“Only sometimes?”

“Sit.” I point to the barstool. “Do you have a first aid kit here?”

“I told you it’s fine,” he insists, and I pin him with a deadly glare.

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“I said sit.”

The asshole’s lips twitch again, but he does as he’s told, pointing to a bottom drawe kitchen.

I rounded

the firs

desp

e drawer he indicated. It’s strange. Despite the circumsta stead of falling into chaos or a nauseating swirl of uncertai

f the indifference that Damon shows for his wound, or perhaps I tened. So tired of circling other people’s expectations. Tonight, the n not guaranteed tomorrow. This is the second time I’ve been shot at. e with not having that power in my

nds.

one buzzes, and he picks up imp a language I can’t understand, and he would appreciate othe

know how to accomplish it, b

lous, considering how se

hounds are searchi they do, I’ll mak

od” is all I sa

ver is on the line is rapidly What did i expect? He was

him as well.

n if he’s also reckless at the same tim

find the fucker who shot at us today, and e did,” he promises.

surprised by my response. I cross my arms in front

He hurt you. Now, take your shirt off.”

S seriously?” I bite back. “Just for once, work with me.”

on his expression. “I thought we always worked well together.

other glare, and he

hands are on my

calm

ckle. I’m so stunned by the foreign

cket, then removes his shirt.

get. It’s confusing that

roiling beneath the

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surface,” he replies.

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I stare for a moment at the tattoos scattered over his arms and stomach. Then I inhale a breath when I see the deep red wound across his bicep. Our eyes lock, and that ever–pre! tension between us flares. His jaw tics, and I can almost sense that we’re both holding ba

Unsaid confessions.

Wavering emotions.

Because if I delve any deeper with Damon, I know there’s no coming back from it. Yet the invisible thread that pulls us together is palpable and sensational.

And for once, I don’t want to play by the rules.

I don’t want to hold myself back.

I don’t care what others might think is good or bad for me.

Damon is a devil in disguise, but he’s bleeding for me because he took a bullet in my place.

I tentatively step forward. I almost expect him to push me away or tell me he’s fine. I’m her for his wound, and yet, I can’t tear my gaze from his as I step between his knees and bring n hand to cup his stubbly jaw.

A spark ignites when I touch him, that undercurrent that’s always smoldering between us. erupting and feeding me adrenaline. My heart begins to race as I offer comfort and vulnerability I’ve never known before.

He may be a killer, but I know this man will never hurt me.

And I want to protect him in whatever way I can.

His gaze drops to my lips as I gently stroke his jaw.

Guilt floods me for taking my wrath out on him tonight, when he once again gave me his strength to walk away from a situation I didn’t fully dare to remove myself from.

As if knowing my inner thoughts and addressing my demons, he slowly touches his forehead to mine. His dominating presence surrounds me. This man, whom I don’t entirely understand, calls to me on a primal level.

“We’re okay,” I breathe, stroking his jaw once again and pressing my other hand to his chest.

Those words feel like our undoing as I inhale his breath, as if fueling my own lungs. His nose

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