บททั้งหมดของ Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Cecilia's povThe second I heard his voice, my spine went rigid like someone had flipped the "fight or flight" switch.I turned slowly to find Sebastian standing in the doorway, rain dripping from his hair and soaking the shoulders of his black coat.He looked like he'd walked straight out of a noir film--all shadows and silent brooding..His eyes met mine, unreadable as fog rolling off a mountain lake.Still that maddening calm."I slept perfectly well," I said with forced brightness, the kind reserved for family dinners and awkward office parties.I grabbed for the tissue box on the coffee table like it was a lifeline, using it as an excuse to break our eye contact.A few sheets in hand, I crossed the room and handed them to him."Your hair's soaked," I said, tone clinically polite. "Might want to dry off before you catch cold.""Thanks," he said, accepting the tissues with a slight nod and casually patting his hair like he hadn't just walked through a hurricane.He sank into the cou

Cecilia's povThe horror movie credits rolled across my screen, casting a ghostly blue glow over the walls and my unmade bed.I'd picked something especially gruesome--the kind where good-looking people make stupid choices and wind up dead in increasingly creative ways.It was mindless, bloody, and loud--exactly what I needed.Somehow, watching all that blood and screaming made my own mess feel...manageable. Predictable, even.At least their horror had rules. Mine didn't.I scrolled through the recommended titles, a blur of bloodied faces and ominous fonts.None of them worked for me. Just jump scares and screaming women, fear dressed up for Halloween.I closed the app and set the screen facedown on the bed.The light vanished, and for the first time tonight, the quiet crawled in around me.My phone lay untouched on the nightstand, screen dark.I told myself I was only checking the time.9:07 PM.The location-sharing icon caught my eye, glowing faintly in the corner.Sebastian and I ha

Cecilia's povThe tension in the car was suffocating, thick enough to cut through.I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the jagged skyline blur past, pretending I couldn't feel Sebastian sitting inches away, silent and unreadable.By the time we pulled up to the house, I practically jumped out, desperate for air.Four of us filed into the sprawling house, each wrapped in our own silence."I need to go over a few things before the meeting," Sebastian said once we stepped inside. His voice was cool, careful. "I won't be long."I nodded, keeping my eyes on the floor. "I should get changed. Sawyer's going with me to the reception."That was it--no questions, no hesitation. Just two people passing each other like strangers in the hallway of a house that wasn't home.We moved in opposite directions, our usual choreography of avoidance.When his door finally clicked shut behind him, I felt a sharp wave of relief... followed immediately by something that felt annoyingly close to disapp

Sebastian's povI tilted my head slightly as Cecilia's fingers pressed insistently against my mouth, as if trying to feed me something invisible--but clearly important."Could you be a bit gentler with the offering?" I murmured through her fingers, my voice low and wry, carried off by the breeze with just enough gravel to make it sound like a private joke.Cecilia blinked at me, wide-eyed and utterly sincere, then pressed her palm back over my mouth with renewed determination."Mr. Wolf," she said solemnly, "you need to eat properly. If you get too skinny, you won't be handsome anymore."I barely managed to contain my amusement.She sounded like a kindergarten teacher scolding a particularly vain husky.Drunk Cecilia followed a logic all her own--equal parts fairy tale, fever dream, and wilderness survival guide authored after two glasses of champagne.I played along, letting my lips move obligingly beneath her hand. "There. I've eaten it all."That seemed to satisfy her. She removed h

Cecilia's povI woke slowly, my head fuzzy and pounding just enough to make me hate myself.The ceiling above me wasn't familiar.This wasn't my room.Panic flared, sharp and immediate.Before I could do more than grip the sheets tighter, I heard footsteps.I turned my head--and nearly choked.Sebastian stepped out of the walk-in closet, fully dressed in a deep navy three-piece suit that looked like it had been tailored by a god and paid for in blood.He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, not in the same room as me--bed-headed, hungover, and very much wearing nothing but a robe.Wait.Scratch that. I was the one in the robe.A thick, plush hotel-grade one that definitely wasn't mine."...Morning," I croaked, my voice embarrassingly rough."Morning," he replied, calm as ever."You got drunk at the party last night. Then threw up in your room. I moved you here--yours needed a, let's say, biohazard-level cleaning."I blinked. Twice. My brain was still slogging through molasses."