From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 The Landlord

Chapter 368 The Landlord

ZARA.

God damn him.

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This man was infuriating.

“Morning, Zara,” Robert said, his eyes dragging down my body in a way that made my stomach twist. He stood there with a to and a slimy smile that made my skin crawl. “Heard you’ve been asking for me.”

Eww.

What a creepy as fuck way to say that.

I gagged a little when I spotted the flowers peeking out of his bag.

Oh hell no.

This man better not try asking me out again. I’d

already said no half a dozen times.

“What’s with the flowers?” I glared at the offensive yellow tulips with suspicion. A sense of dread settled in my chest.

“Oh right, almost forgot.” He pulled them free and shoved them into my arms as he walked past me. “Your boyfriend dropped these off early this morning.”

“Boyfriend?”

Dorian and I said at the same time.

I ignored Dorian and raised a brow at Robert, waiting for an explanation as he set his bag down near the water heater closet.

Robert shrugged. “How am I supposed to know about your love life, Zara? You’ve shot me down so many times I assumed it was because you had a man.”

I glanced down at the yellow tulips in my hands and my stomach dipped. There was a small white card tucked between the leave I told myself not to open it.

My heart was in my throat as I tore it open.

Couldn’t stay away.

-L

The room tilted. No.

No no no.

My vision tunneled, pulse slamming into my throat.

Las in Liam?

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My fingers went numb around the card. He found me. Kyle used to say things like that. Always right before things got bad.

Can’t stop thinking about you.

You’re always on my mind.

I’ll never let you go.

They sounded sweet on the surface, but there was always something possessive underneath.

My lungs forgot how to work.

Behind me, Robert kept talking, oblivious. I didn’t hear him. I couldn’t focus on anything except the room spinning.

Dorian went very, very quiet. I glanced down at the screen to make sure the call Hadn’t dropped.

It hadn’t.

I knew he was listening, and somehow I knew he could sense my panic too.

My fingers tightened around the stems of the flowers still crushed awkwardly in my hand. With shaking fingers, I set the flowe and the note down on the counter and turned to face Robert.

He grimaced. “Ugh, this furnace is busted. Gonna have to order a replacement part.”

He kicked it lightly with the toe of his boot.

“More like the whole unit. That thing’s prehistoric,” I swallowed past the lump in my throat, frowning at the ancient piece of jur all while trying to avoid the ominous flowers on my counter.

Robert huffed a laugh, oblivious. “Yeah, well, not much I can do, gorgeous. A new unit is too expensive.”

The way he said it made my skin crawl. Between him and the flowers, it was like I’d just been dipped in something oily and coul

wash it off.

“Ew. Don’t call me that.”

He just grinned wider.

“Okay then,” I said, stepping back and moving toward the door. “If we’re done here…”

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I held it open, pointedly. I needed to be alone before I completely spiraled. And that meant getting off the phone too.

Robert didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer.

“Come on, Zara. Let me take you out sometime.”

His hand brushed my arm. My whole body went rigid.

Dorian finally spoke.

“Put him on the phone. Do it now.”

Robert’s fingers were still on my sleeve.

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he wants to talk to you,” I said awkwardly, holding the phone out. “My…boyfriend.”

The word tasted weird, but I was desperate enough to get Robert out of my apartment.

Robert scoffed, but took the phone anyway.

“Yeah? This is Rob-”

I couldn’t hear what Dorian said. I could hear his tone. Low. Calm. Controlled. But! couldn’t make out the words.

Whatever he said…

Robert’s face drained of color.

His posture changed first, shoulders folding inward, chin dipping. Then his went wide.

eyes

“Y-yes,” he stammered into the phone. “Sir,” he added quickly. His hand started shaking. “Oh-of course. I understand.”

He handed the phone back to me with both hands like it might explode.

“S-sorry for the trouble, Zara,” he muttered, not making eye contact. “I’ll be in touch about the replacement heater.”

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“Replacement?” I called after him, confused. But he was already fleeing down the hallway, footsteps too fast, toolbox banging against his leg.

I thought that was too expensive?

What the hell was that about?

I blinked at the empty hallway.

“What did you say to him?”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t be bothering you again.”

I leaned back against the door slowly. “What does that mean? Why did he look like you threatened him, Dorian?”

When he didn’t respond, I glanced down at my phone. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

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Silence.

I groaned in frustration. “Seriously? We can’t talk about this?”

“No.”

“Dorian!”

“What did I tell you about calling me–”

“If you say sir one more time, I’m going to fucking lose

my

shit.”

He chuckled softly.

“You don’t sound scared anymore, so for now I’ll allow you to be a brat.”

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trolled my eyes.

Infuriating asshole.

He was right, though. Yelling at him had stopped my panic attack.

“You will be at group today.”

“Oh, I will? And what makes you so sure?”

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