The Wicked Luna

Twenty Three

Somehow my small unstable feet find their way in front of this door.

This ridiculous large wooden door that smells of a variety of old paint.

My palm rests against the wood gently and I bite my lip contemplating if I should really go in. My gut twists sharply and I inhale knowing that if I don't curiosity will eat at me.

I push at the door until it swings open and I shakily step inside. My bare feet softly patter on the cool marble and as I walk further in my gut twists. The sharp throb is deep and warm, but not in a good way. It feels like someone has shoved their hand into my abdomen squeezing my organs. First gently and lightly as if it were nothing, but then they squeeze as hard as they can constricting the life out of me. Every step I take feels like a bomb exploded my innards, and I feel those butterflies that used to flutter so sweetly be blown into pieces.

His scent is everywhere. And my chest heaves in dismay my head spinning from the overwhelming, intoxicating scent of my love. It is everywhere and my knees wobble weakly. I have to sit down and place my head in my lap to breathe. I have to breathe through my mouth to control the raspy gasping breathes.

You can do it, I murmur to myself. Get over it, get over him.

Slowly I try to stand on the balls of my feet but quickly realize how futile the task was. The sharp squeezing pain in my gut rumbled through me preventing me from moving. Stings lanced through my head and colorful dancing spots flashed in front of my eyes. I pant heavily desperate to leave this room and get away from this heavenly scent that at the moment was drowning me.

Wincing I begin to grab at the corner of desks and the cracks of the marble to help me pull myself out. My hand grabs the corner of the studios velvety couch and a small pillow falls to the floor in front of me. Reeking off the pillow is the scent of him.

With trembling hands I reach down grabbing the soft velvety pillow in my hands and pulling it close to me. For some strange reason I hug it to my chest stuffing my nose into the plush material. A soothing wave fills my system and fat tears begin to pool out of my eyes. Quietly I sob into the pillow filling my senses with Cayson's bittersweet fragrance.

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I knew that when I sent him away it would break me. But the breaking part was more gruesome than I expected. Breaking was hard, and recovery has seemed impossible. Most times I lay in bed watching the grey dawn ripple over the horizon and then watching the glowing sunset disappear back over the horizon.

Never have I felt so helpless and alone. Never did I think even the smallest tasks would almost leave me incapable to breathe. This Congo of emotions has dragged me around to its wishes. Heartbreak laughing in my face at every opportunity.

I shake my head rising to my feet biting the inside of my cheek and telling myself I am acting weak. Pathetic. Where did the once fearless Luna go? Where did the Luna that sent heart wrenching fear into everyone around her disappear to? She seemed to dissolve into the steady rays of the sun.

I walk around the studio once again observing the wondrous drawing and sketches of my father. Running my long bony fingers down the paintings, once again greeting them. I find my way over to the metal stand Cayson sketched me on and I hesitantly take a peak. My eyes are the first thing to catch my attention. Big, charming, and lively are the only way to describe how they are interpreted. My almond shaped eyes cast a soft warming glow to the rest of my complexion. My slightly upturned nose is peppered in light baby freckles I thought no one ever noticed.

I take my index finger and trace the shape of my lips amazed by how realistic they seemed.
Every detail from my posture to the way my hair lied on my shoulder was natural. In awe I sit observing Cayson's very talented skills.

"It reeks of your torment" a playful yet nonchalant voice chimes.

I crane my neck backwards surprised by who is talking to me. It is my one night stand, leaning against the door frame smirking at me. His dark loose curls hang above his forehead and those orange brown eyes are burning brightly. I turn around crossing my arms over my chest.

"Didn't I say you needed to leave?" My tone is clipped and snappy.
"My dearest Luna" he says stepping forward " I'm afraid I don't go by anyone's rules but my own."

He slowly slinks forward like a predator going in for its prey. Those fierce orange eyes are locked in place with mine and I grip the metal stand behind me.

"Stop right there" I say " right there is where I draw the line for how close you come."

His eyes avert to where I'm pointing and he dramatically pouts. Then he puts his hand over his eyes as if he were scouting something out.

"Look here comes a gust of wind blowing Lilith's line away. Pity."
"What do you want" I hiss craning back my head.
"I want what everyone wants Lilith" he says gently but his wicked eyes suggest else " I want the beast dead. Buried or burned."
"And why is this your concern, I'm the Luna after all" I press boring my emerald eyes into his.
"I want to give you a little clue on who the beast is" his words flow through his mouth whimsically. I clench my hands at my sides, how did he know the beast?
"You best tell me now..." I snarl, he shakes his head puckering his lips.
"Here's your clue" he says leaning in, whispering daintily into my ear " the beast is someone you know, someone that was or is close to you."

His words hit me in the chest forcefully and I close my eyes momentarily confused. When I open my eyes the man is gone and I become frantic, running out of the studio desperate to  catch him and pull more answers out. While running I crash into one of my guards and I spit a few curse words in annoyance.

"Luna!" He cries grabbing hold of my wrist before I could run off.
"What is it! Don't you see I'm busy?"
"We have found a traitor" the guard rushes out "someone who knows where the beast dwells."

Ayee so that's all I have in this chapter.

In the entirety of this book who do you think is beast? Who is the traitor?

Do you think Ryder is telling the truth or setting her into some kind of trap? And do you like Ryder?

Also if you see grammatical or spelling errors please tell me so I can fix it 💖

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