From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 The Junkyard

Chapter 309 The Junkyard

ELOISE.

“Umm…”

Trepidation builds as Damon turns off the road we’ve been traveling on for the last several minutes.

It’s dark. Like really dark. No street lights. No signs of life.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but when Damon woke me up in the middle of the night to pay me back.

I assumed maybe we were going somewhere sexy.

Like a hotel. Or a rave or something.

Our headlights bump around on the narrow gravel road before landing on a closed chain–link gate This is not a rave. Damon flashes the high beams twice, and a man I hadn’t noticed steps forward, unlocking the gate from the inside.

“Damon?”

He still doesn’t answer, just takes his foot off the brake and we roll forward.

Panic starts to creep up my spine.

He wouldn’t be taking me out here to kill me.

We’re past that. Right?

Crushed cars come into view, lining both sides of what must be some sort of driveway.

Oh fun, we’re in a junkyard.

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“Husband,” I try to keep my voice calm. “If you don’t tell me where we’re going, I’m gonna jump out of this moving vehicle and sprint into the darkness.”

“You won’t do that.”

“Oh, won’t I?”

He shakes his head. “First, the doors are locked.”

My hand immediately closes around the handle, and, true to his word, the door doesn’t open.

“Second, you promised you wouldn’t run away again.”

He sounds so unconcerned, and I have no idea what he’s thinking.

“And third, we’re here.”

My eyes jump to the windshield, and the single–story building in front of us.

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# looks like it’s made out of that cheap corrugated metal you sometimes see on barns. Only this isn’t a barn. But it’s not a business either. It’s nothing. It’s a blank building, in the ngiddle of a huge junk yard, in the middle of nowhere.

A big hand lands on my thigh, making me jump.

“Relax.” Damon’s tone is gentle, a complete contradiction to our surroundings.

“Are you–”

Damon’s fingers tighten on my leg. “I hope you’re not about to ask if I brought you here to kill you, because that would really hurt my feelings.”

I snap my mouth shut, because yeah, this seems like the kind of place you’d take someone to kill them, and that is what I was going

to ask

In the dark, I can barely make out Damon’s eyes, but I don’t have to see them to know the color.

He leans closer. “Trust me.”

This feels like a test. But I’m going to pass it, because I do trust him.

“Okay,” I nod my head.

Ahead of us, the solid metal door on the front of the building swings open. And Sebastian steps out, backlit with a dim, yellowish light.

Damon gives my leg a final squeeze before he shoves his door open and climbs out.

I try to follow him, but my door doesn’t open, reminding me I’m still locked in.

When Damon circles the front of the vehicle, I see Sebastian make a hand motion, which Damon responds to by holding one finger up, in a hold on gesture.

Then he takes the final steps and pulls open my door.

Trust.

I place my hand in his offered one and let him help me down, keeping his hand in mine as we approach the building.

The same ballet flats I wore the night we met crunch over the gravel, the noise mixing with Danion’s much larger footprints, and filling the silence of the night.

With the light behind him, I can’t make out Sebastian’s expression until we’re a couple of feet away. And to say he looks surprised would be an understatement.

Okay, so definitely not some sort of

Kill Eloise plan.

Sebastian’s brows are as high as they can go. “Uh…”

“Is it ready?” Damon asks, ignoring the look on his friend’s face.

“Yeah, it’s ready.” Sebastian’s eyes slide over to me, then back to Damon. “What the hell

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Damon pulls me forward with him, interrupting Sebastian. “Good.”

Sebastian puts his hands up, stepping backward through the doorway, “I’m not gonna ask.”

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