The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 150

If I weren’t stranded in a foreign land, vulnerable and in desperate need of some kind of protection, I would have stormed out the moment Steven began with his condescending attitude. Who exactly did he think he was? The arrogance was almost laughable.

Steven’s usually handsome face was clouded with anger, his dark eyes flashing as he fought to control his temper. He reached out toward me, voice low but firm. “Zephyra, stop making a scene. Come with me.”

A scene? Me? I couldn’t help but scoff inwardly. Who was really causing a fuss here?

I simply couldn’t swallow my pride this time. Was I not a person with feelings, deserving of respect? Why was I always relegated to the role of second choice, the backup plan whenever things didn’t go as planned? Whether in some past life or this one, I was done being pushed aside. I refused to back down again—not ever.

I stepped aside from his grasp and folded my arms tightly across my chest, my heterochromatic eyes—one black, one white—locked onto his. “I told you, you have two options. Either you stay here with me while I get my tests done, then I’ll return to the hotel. After that, you can go comfort your precious Verna however you like; I won’t interfere. Or, you can leave now, go to her, and just leave me alone.”

Before Steven could utter a single word in reply, my battered phone suddenly rang. The screen was so shattered I couldn’t make out the caller ID, but I answered anyway. The volume, clearly damaged, blasted out louder than expected.

“Zephyra, I’m at your hotel. Where are you?” The voice was Horace’s.

He had actually come looking for me. He must have managed to resolve whatever was holding him up. A warm wave of relief and happiness washed over me. I quickly sent him my location, even the floor number. If memory served, this hospital was quite close to my hotel—I had noticed it on the way here.

“Horace, please come get me! I’ll be waiting right here.”

His voice was urgent, tinged with concern. “Are you hurt? Make sure a doctor checks you out. I’m on my way.”

“Okay.” I hung up and turned back to Steven, a mocking smile playing at the corners of my lips. “Looks like someone’s here to pick me up. You can leave now.”

Steven’s grip tightened on my arm, his handsome face darkening with suspicion. “Horace is here? He’s getting treatment for his leg? You two planned this meeting?”

I tried to pull free from his iron hold, but he wouldn’t budge. “What’s it to you? Isn’t your Verna having a meltdown? Why waste your time with me instead of being with her?”

I hadn’t wanted him to go before because I was scared. Scared of being alone during the long, uncertain check-up. Scared of being vulnerable, of being ambushed.

His hold grew firmer, the lines of his jaw hardening with determination.

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