Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: 122-A Friend Or An Imposter

Clementine:

"Ian, you’re the only one making these weird comments and making her uncomfortable," Troy hissed at him. Ian just shrugged, leaning back like he was about to lie flat and fall asleep. He folded his arms behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Yorick had been unusually silent. I felt like I was noticing everyone too much, picking up on every shift in their body language. Maybe it was because, after coming to the North for the first time, I’d realized how important it was for a crusader to keep their eyes, ears, and mind open at all times.

Then Troy got up from the couch and headed into the bedroom I’d been eyeing. He opened the door effortlessly, and when he stepped inside, I saw him light a candle. A minute later, he walked out, pointing his thumb toward the room.

"Clementine, the room is safe," he said, not looking at me as he walked away with his head down. It felt like his way of letting me know I could take it. I really needed to use the restroom, so I was grateful.

I stood quickly, aware of the eyes on me. Haiden was watching, and Yorick was even checking me out, but I didn’t stick around to argue. They could look all they wanted; I couldn’t control that. I headed for the bathroom in haste.

It was a cozy space, with a small bathtub near a boarded-up window. It must have been a beautiful house once, with a view worth having, but not everything beautiful is safe. I undressed and filled the tub, lowering myself into the cold water. Even so, it was better than nothing. Taking a bath in the North felt like being on the VIP side of a hotel. I rested my head back, and my eyes began to close. I guess I was more tired than I thought.

"You’re making too much noise," I heard someone whisper. The voice sounded like a woman’s, one I hated the most.

Glinda!

"Why did you strike her?" a man argued. It was my father.

"She was listening to us! And wait—are you defending that daughter who’s nothing but trash to you?" Glinda’s voice dripped with anger and hatred.

"No, I’m not. I’m just asking why you’d want more trouble on your hands. Don’t we already have enough?" my father hissed.

Glinda mimicked his words in a garbled, mocking tone.

"Glinda, sometimes you’re just too adorable." But somehow, my father still sounded amused.

Wait! what was going on? How could I hear all this? I wasn’t seeing anything. Everything was pitch black. Then I felt something cold and liquid seeping into my nose.

"AHHHH!" I gasped, jolting awake in the bathtub, and froze when I saw Haiden in the bathroom.

"You’re okay?" he asked. His arms were wet. It seemed he was the one who had woken me.

I looked around, then quickly covered my chest. There was no light in the bathroom, so he couldn’t see much, but I still felt exposed. He turned his back, grabbed a bathrobe, and held it out to me.

"No, I don’t know whose bathrobe it is," I said, frowning. He put it back, hands on his waist, still facing away.

"You’re not supposed to sleep in the bathtub. You could drown, you know that?" he said, making me realize why he was there. I must have been struggling, and he happened to be nearby.

"Yeah, I guess I’m just tired," I murmured, scratching my scalp.

"I’ll give you a minute," he said, walking out and leaving me alone.

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