Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: 522-The Kiss Of Love

Leysa:

With every step toward the basement door, something began to feel strange. The questions Troy started asking did not sit right with me.

"So, do you have feelings for anyone?" he asked.

I slowed down, turned to face him, and gave him a puzzled look before straightening my posture.

"Why would you ask that? Do not tell me you have a crush on me," I teased.

Of course, that was impossible. It could never be.

I knew he liked my sister. He was her mate.

As for me, I was just someone he had known in passing. Maybe a little more than that, but never someone he would look at that way.

"Why is it so unbelievable?" he shot back.

The question felt strange. My steps slowed, but I adjusted my posture, pretending I was not paying much attention to what barely qualified as flirting.

"Anyway, what are we looking for?" I asked, nodding toward the basement.

He pointed at the door and unlocked it. As it creaked open and he gestured for me to go ahead, I froze.

A hard gulp slid down my throat. I had to force it, and I was sure he noticed because he stepped closer, studying my face.

"What happened? Go on," he urged.

"What are we looking for?" I repeated, turning fully toward him this time. I wanted him to understand that I would not blindly follow him downstairs without knowing why.

I had once been trapped in a house full of unstable people. I was not about to put myself in danger again.

He did not seem pleased. He moved even closer.

"I did not think you would hesitate to follow me into the basement," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Do you not trust me?"

I kept my eyes on the stairs before finally facing him.

"I was trapped the last time I trusted someone," I told him quietly. "It is not about you, Troy. Sometimes things are about me."

The emotions hit me without warning. I used to cry only in front of my parents because I knew they would comfort me. In truth, I rarely felt like crying.

But after they were gone, I had to force myself to stay strong. Then I was captured by those people and left scarred.

"Then let’s say it is about you," he murmured, gesturing toward the basement again.

I stared at the open doorway, then stepped back.

"You know what? I do not even want to know anymore. You should consider my mental health too. I know you probably do not care, but I thought you might care a little. It is fine. No one has to care about me. I can take care of myself."

The words spilled out of me. They had been sitting inside since the day I was locked in that room, waiting for Charles to devour me.

"You need to let your emotions out more often," Troy remarked.

I rolled my eyes. If he thought this sudden trip to the basement had anything to do with my well being, I did not believe it.

"Alright," he said at last. "I will tell you what I wanted. I needed to speak to you privately. I wanted to ask you something."

His tone shifted. There was a sharp edge to it that made the hair at the back of my neck rise.

"And you needed me to go into the basement for that?" I asked.

If he wanted me to trust him, he was not helping his case. The more he spoke, the more suspicious I became.

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