I Am The Luna

The words are comforting… but they didn’t come from the man I needed them to come from…

Standing up. I get to cleaning up the blood. Once everything is done and I have rolled the rug away, not wanting the children to see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor.

Finally, the smell of blood has cased up, replaced by the citrus smell of the cleaning detergent.

I’m still wearing the sweatpants and shirt we had in the getaway car, and I’m still covered in blood. I need a bath…

Once everything is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into the children’s room, they’re both fast asleep and I smile softly, feeling warmth fill my heart and I gently caress their hair, about to kiss them when I remember I’m still dirty,

They make me feel stronger. I fuss with the blankets before I gently check Sia’s. pulse, frowning. It’s irregular…

She stirs slightly before turning onto her back and I gaze down at her, wishing all her pain and illness were my own.

You will be ok, my angel. We are going to make you better.

I peck them ever so lightly, not wanting to get this filthy blood on them and then. leave the room glancing at my bedroom door.

I feel nervous. I’m not sure Sebastian is in there, but if he is… he’s going to be

angry.

I enter the room, and the first thing that hits me is the smell of smoke. Then I see him standing there. He’s only in a pair of sweatpants and he’s freshly showered.

He looks as handsome and sexy as ever as he leans against the wall with a cigarette in his hands; he rarely smokes….

There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t know what to say.

I walk to my suitcase and take out some yoga pants and a tank top and head to the bathroom to shower.

“So, you won’t address that you fucked up.” He says when I’m about to step into the bathroom, making me pause.

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I look over at him, feeling as if I’ve just been punched in the gut.

“I know I made a mistake, but I also handled it in the best way I possibly could… I’m trying.” I reply quietly. I don’t want to argue, not tonight…

The memory of Olivan’s life fading before my eyes replays in my mind and the way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I swallow as I look at the man I love.

“Can we do this tomorrow? I’m tired.” I say softly.

I just… want to be held.

“No. We’re doing this now. I gave you a clear warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did just that.” He says as he advances on me. Our eyes meet and I’m just staring back into a pair of cold, piercing blue.

“I did, and like I said, I messed up, I admit that.”

We can’t argue… not when I know where you stand in this twisted play of destiny and fate.

“You could have cost Jai his life. Your recklessness and your ego-”

“Please stop.” I plead quietly. My heart is thundering, and I look up at him. “I don’t need this right now.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I just want you to hold me.

He looks down at me,

“Zaia-”

“Please.” I’m all but begging and when he looks into my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my arm and yanks me close, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

My breath hitches as I close my eyes, sinking into his embrace.

Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his

embrace that cocoon me in this blanket of safety and happiness.

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I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, never wanting to let go.