Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: 146-He Writes Down Everything

Clementine:

"Ian, what are you saying?" I blurted, glaring at him for waking me from a beautiful sleep and asking for a conversation when all he wanted was a sex. He stared at my face with no emotion before a smirk crept onto his lips.

"You’re so dramatic," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Come on, where is this place? We need to talk about this stuff."

It was his subtle way of letting me know he was joking about wanting sex from me. I took a deep breath, relieved, then pointed in the direction where the others and I always went.

The weather was bad. In a moment it turned stormy. The wind was cold, but at least it was fresh, not blowing dust into our eyes.

We reached the spot and I pointed to the ground. He stared at it for a few seconds, then turned to me.

"Is this where he didn’t try to toss you over?" He extended his arm toward the barbed wires.

I only gave him a nod. I never knew why he brought up the harsh past or my experiences with the other squad, but it always felt intentional. Maybe he wanted me to remember how they treated me. But he forgot that he was also one of them who treated me badly.

"Okay, what was it?" I asked, sitting down on the ground.

He looked around with a grimace before finally giving up and lowering himself beside me. I guessed he had been searching for a chair or a bench.

Once he sat down, he slammed the notebook he had carried between us. He opened it and flipped through a few pages in silence while I looked around awkwardly.

"What is it?" I asked.

When he finally finished with the book, he said, "Did you notice some stuff about the north?"

Creeps ran up and down my spine hearing the mention of North.

"Depends on what you mean," I replied, giving him a quick look so he’d also check around and make sure no lurkers were listening to us talk about the north and the ringleaders’ shadiness.

"You go first," he said, leaning back on his hands as his body rested against the grass.

"How did the ringleaders know what was going on inside the train?" I asked.

"It just seems like they are doing great. There are monsters taking over the world, and an academy is trying so hard to stop it. But then it really is not. It just doesn’t make any sense," Ian repeated himself, and I nodded with him. He was right.

"But then I wonder if the crusaders before us ever thought the same. They must have tried to find answers. But what happened to them? Did you ever wonder what happened to the crusaders before us? There’s no list of names, no appraisal charts, no medals, nothing anywhere in the academy. It seems like they just refresh the entire place when new crusaders arrive," I said while staring at his notebook. He had written quite a lot in it.

"Clementine, there are a few more things wrong here. We just need to be very careful. From now on we’ll record everything we go through, everything that makes us feel iffy, especially about the ringleaders. And then we’ll discuss it," he said, tapping the back of his pen on the pages.

"What about the other crusaders? Don’t you want them involved?" I asked, thinking of our other squad mates.

"No, it’s fine. You can share it with them," he replied.

"Why won’t you do it? Don’t you want to get along with them?" I asked, curious about his mindset.

"Clementine, I don’t trust everyone so easily," he said. Still playing with his pen, he would roll it, toss it in the air, and grab it by the end.

"What made you trust me?" I asked, watching him raise his eyes without lifting his head.