Huh.
My words exactly.
“That being said, he does not like his bloodline to seem weak, and agreed that he wanted to push for authorization.”
Asshole, I was starting to consider the Dietrichson’s weren’t all fucking idiots, but never mind I take it back.
“So, what’s the verdict?” I ask, he’s weaving a story and it’s getting on my nerves.
“The verdict stands at 6 v 2 in your favor. It was agreed that something like this, in a lower block, wouldn’t have even reached their ears, and would have been left to be resolved between the main parties, not bloodlines as a whole.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I can see it in his eyes. I know him and Rafe said there was a lot I didn’t know, and they agreed no more secrets, but it seems I’m still the bottom of the barrel when it comes to being in the know.
“A lot, and for right now it’s for your own safety,” he responds, so casually it grates on me.
“Okay then. Well if I’m not being targeted and you feel no need to tell me anymore, you can leave.”
I can’t keep the emotion out of my voice, but I’m frustrated with all this shit. I rise from the table encouraging him to leave.
“Luna, there is a lot you do not know because it is safer for you. You may not believe or care to hear it, but everything we are doing is for you. Can I be honest with you?” He sighs and I nod in response.
“If we aren’t telling you something for your safety, we aren’t telling you because we believe it’ll trigger you about your past. It seems you still aren’t ready to open your mind back up to it yet.”
My brain kicks into overdrive.
“West, what would you know about my past?” I can’t keep the ice out of my words. He realizes he’s said more than he probably should have, because he clearly knows things about me. Things I refuse to visit, things I just lock away from even myself.
“I remember all of it,” he whispers.
Remembers?
What the fuck does that mean.
“What the hell do you mean West?”
He just shakes his head like he knows it’s pointless having this conversation with me, and it likely is. He goes to walk around me, but I push against his chest.
“I said what the hell do you mean?” I growl.
I’m shaking, I don’t know whether it’s with fear of what he is going to say, or because he simply isn’t saying anything at all.
“Were you in my past West?” I scream, needing something, anything from him.
He looks down to his feet still giving me nothing.
“You’re a fucking coward West, get out. Get the fuck out I’m done.” I scream as I swing the door open.
He looks pained as he walks towards me. I can see his hands itching to reach out and touch me, and his brain working overtime to try and say the right thing.
“You were my moon,” barely a whisper, and with that he raced out of the door.
I was too stunned to chase him. My moon he’d said. Like when I felt that sense of déjà vu when I was injured. The place it took me ... was real. He’d really said that. Why?
My fear of having to open my mind to my history was right at the surface and the shake to my hands told me I wasn’t ready for this. Shit, I needed to get myself under control. I needed to channel my emotions. I needed to hit something.
Prepared to head to the gym I stare out of my open door and a better idea comes to mind. Barefoot I step out and knock on Romans door, he instantly sees the struggle on my face.
“Where the fuck is he? I’ll kill him,” he growls, venom laced into every word.
I just shake my head frantically.
“I need you to spar with me.”
Fuck even my voice is jittery.
“Are you sure?”
I nod, not wanting to hear my voice like that again.
“Let’s go,” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me to the stairs.
It isn’t until we’re halfway down that I realize we are both barefoot, and somehow that seems to settle me slightly. Knowing that I went to him when I needed him, and he dropped everything that quickly that grabbing his shoes didn’t enter his mind. Just wanting to give me what I needed. He doesn’t even realize it's these small things I need most.
It frightens me, how much he gets me, but I crave it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
(Luna)
The next two weeks go by quickly, with no further drama from Wren or her mother, but if glares could kill, I’d be dead and buried by now. Everything with the guys is no different than it was before. They’re more than happy to give me the space I need, yet shower me with affection at the same time.
It’s weird how they each have found a role in my routine. Kai is my car bestie, his eyes always holding me captive as his fingers graze mine. He’s also helping me focus on my assignments, so I can get it done as seamlessly as possible.
Roman is training with me every day, no questions asked. He jumps in that ring with me and spars like I need him to. He doesn’t go soft because I’m a girl, he pushes me. Knowing the world we are in but not actually knowing what is coming up next, it’s exactly what I need.
Oscar is my motorcycle guy. Eager to get on his Susie like I am to get on Dot. He knows some good roads around here and I’m actually happy to let him lead me. It’s not something I would have done before, but after the beach I trust he’ll take me somewhere fun.
Parker, he’s my movie fix. He wants
