I Am The Luna (Moonlight Muse) novel Chapter 117

I Am The Luna by Moonlight Muse Chapter 117

An Untended Wound
ZAIA.

Agatha had to be knocked unconscious because she refused to go silently and until the cameras were all found, I did not trust her trying to alert someone on the way out, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they had already gotten wind of what had happened.

Aran and I are now in Agatha’s room as he looks at the items around the room. Some of which I had commanded two of my guards to pack into a box; including the cards and some memory sticks, whilst I had Jai take her laptop to pass to Atticus to see if there is anything else on it.

Aran has not said a word and I am waiting for him to start the conversation, and as important as this is, I am losing a lot of blood, but he looks too distracted to notice.

“It’s hard to believe,” he finally says, as he sighs heavily.

“It is… even I didn’t want to believe it,” I reply quietly.

“It has become exhausting. I knew Sebastian was a bad egg from the start.” He says

contemptuously. “Who knows how long he and Agatha were planning this, or if he was the one who manipulated his mother to do this?”

“I don’t think so. She was clearly in on this before Sebastian was even born, and she is also Gaultier’s biological mother. I’m assuming it was probably via surrogacy unless she has been pregnant more than once?”

“Another child… No, I think surrogacy makes sense. She has not been pregnant aside from with Sebastian. But she has been sick for a while. I would never have thought she’d be doing anything but enjoying her life and living in peace…”

“What exactly is she suffering with?” I ask.

“The doctors aren’t sure of the cause, but she was told to take it easy and not to take any pressure.” He says.

“Hmm, it might be true, but she definitely used it to appear more vulnerable,” I reply.

He nods as he looks around the room. “In all my years, this is the first time I am seeing this place. It was her space and I respected that, but to think she was sitting here and plotting…

He sighs again as he takes a book off the shelf.

“Will you win this, Zaia?” he asks quietly as he turns back to me.

“Yes, I will,” I say, and I don’t doubt it. I plan to win.

He nods before looking down at the book.

“Disappointing… End this once and for all. If you need anything from me, I am Kere. But I will understand if you’d rather I not be involved. Get your injuries checked.” With those curt words, he leaves the room.

I look around the room, deciding to go through the shelves just in case we missed anything. I take off my jacket and pull up my top, looking at the wound. It’s just on the side of my waist…

Stepping into the bedroom, I go to the closet and pull out a bedsheet. They’re still kept where they always used to be. I tear a long strip and

I’m about to wrap it around my waist when my vision spins, but I need to get it checked…

I can’t put it off any longer… I glance at the lounge and take out my phone, dialling Jai’s number.

“Hey.” He says.

“Jai, I want you to scour through every inch of Agatha’s lounge right now. I feel we might find something more in there.” I say, pressing the fabric to my waist.

“Got it, Zaia, are you still there?”

“Yes… I’m going to try to shift now, and then I’ll be home.” I reply.

“Ok… but please let Val check it over too.”

“I will. See if Justin can get anything else out of

Agatha, but I want it recorded.” I say.

“Understood… Zaia, are you ok? I mean aside from being shot…”

“Yeah, I’m good…”

“I feel like you’re beginning to isolate everyone

… am I imagining it?” His voice is hesitant, but he knows the answer to that.

“Do you blame me? So many people have betrayed me. I can’t rely on blind faith now, can I?”

“I get that, but keep trusting in good. It’s going to get better. We’re finding the answers we need, Zaia. We will win.”

“We will. I have no doubt about that,” I say with fierce confidence as I make my way down the stairs slowly. “I have worked too hard to fail. We have suffered enough.”

I clutch my waist. I’m in pain, and it’s just getting worse…

I reach the front door. There are a few guards still around, and Aran is talking to one of them.

I give him a nod as I step out and one of the men asks me if I need a lift.

I shake my head, telling them I’m fine.

I leave the mansion grounds, slipping into the shadows and dropping to my knees, groaning at the pain that is throbbing through me.

Fuck…

Ok, shift Zaia, focus…

I concentrate but nothing happens, frowning I try again. I can feel my aura surge forward, but I’m not shifting! 1