Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: 349-The Headmaster’s Son

Clementine:

"You know what I fear?" I asked. "I am afraid Joshua wants to go back because he has shown a lot of interest in the shadow earth eater. I wonder what he wants, who he wants to control, what he hopes for." I explained why I believed Joshua’s intentions were not simply to hurt us.

"In that case, if he asks for something destructive or for power, we will have to stop him with all our strength," Ian stated, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"Ian, what are you suggesting?" I asked as I watched his face.

"Clementine, I believe in killing monsters, whether it is my brother or Joshua," he stated.

As soon as he said that, cold shivers ran through me. Ian could sometimes be very brutal.

"Anyway, did you speak with Yorick about Rocco?" Ian asked, and I shrugged. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

We both sat under a tree, with Ian leaning back against the bark, one knee raised.

I had my arm wrapped around that knee, almost sitting on his torso and leaning against him, while he held my other hand.

"Before I could, we talked about you and me, so they were not in the mood," I replied.

"If you want, I can speak with him," Ian offered.

His hand stretched toward his raised knee so he could easily touch my face with his fingertips, brushing my hair away.

"I am not sure why it felt like the headmaster was hinting at something," I uttered. "But do you think they will sit quietly and let us do whatever we want after we had caused so much chaos to them?" I asked Ian, noticing him zone out again.

This did not seem right. He had been drifting off a lot.

There were moments when I wanted him to talk about the North theories, but he would change the subject.

This time, he remained distant for too long, and I had to snap my fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

"Ian, something is bothering you, and I have questions for you too." I straightened my back, leaning away from him.

"What questions?" he stuttered, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.

"First of all, how do you know so much about the monsters? I know you told me you lived with some old man and all that. I want to know who he was, and this time do not make up stories. Tell me honestly," I demanded.

I noticed his body grow warmer because he was still holding my hand.

He straightened his back, stepped forward from the tree bark.

"He was my grandfather," he replied, and this time it did not seem like an excuse.

"Okay. And how does he know about the monsters? Has he been to the north?" I asked, watching him close his eyes, take a deep breath, and open them again.

"No," he replied, and once again he seemed honest.

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