Cynthia Dion:'Maybe you're forgetting all the things this good-looking guy put us through,' I snapped at her irritably, 'Oh, right! You were still sleeping back then, weren't you?' I teased her for always staying hidden when I needed her. She spoke to me when I turned 18, and then vanished without helping me out.'Well, to be fair, what would you do if you found out that Atticus had harmed Flora?' she asked, attempting to make a point.'I'll make sure he gets the harshest punishment,' I began, but she began celebrating before I could finish.'Exactly what he deserves,' she said with too much joy, trying to prove her point. But if only she had let me finish on time.'But,' I continued, 'I'll make sure to gather solid evidence against him first,' I finished, shaking my head at her. Where was she now? Why wasn't she celebrating now?'What if your sister tells you he did all that to you, but he says he didn't? Who will you believe?' She set another trap, and I knew what she was getting a
Cynthia Dion: "You've got some nerve, standing in my and my husband's mansion and badmouthing him," she pointed her finger at me, and at this point, I let Thea call the shots. This Maleeka has always acted disrespectfully to me. She deserves what's coming to her. "First off, this is my and my mate's mansion. Don't forget, I'm the Luna now. And, secondly, take your finger away before I make it bend and stick it where the sun don't shine," Thea pushed it a bit too far. Maleeka lowered her finger, her eyes wide with shock. She forgot to blink, and her quick breathing showed she was getting anxious and struggling to respond. "So, this is you revealing your true self?" she whispered, nodding in comprehension. "No, I haven't even begun. The way you all treated me, deceiving me with your sweet words, you all deserve much worse," I sneered right in her face. At this moment, I couldn't even tell if it was me or Thea speaking. The emotions were too intense to be artificial. "I was always k
Cynthia Dion: I walked past him into the room, and I heard him rushing after me. I was as mad as a bull, really angry, and somewhere inside, I knew that Thea had lied to me. She was hiding something, and I couldn't get her to spill the beans."Wait, Cynthia!" Atticus kept calling my name, but I went into the room without even looking back to catch a glimpse of his face.I slammed the door and started pacing, but in just a few seconds, Atticus came in. He closed the door, stood in the corner for a bit, and then cleared his throat."You told me I could do anything," he said again, which made me stop pacing and close my eyes to calm down."And? I told you to go and do it now as well, or did I say something totally different from before?" I looked him in the eyes, still pretty upset, and he shook his head in disbelief."Then why are you so mad?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching me without blinking."Oh! You thought this was about you?" I laughed sarcasticall
Cynthia Dion:"Did you think he'd be entirely yours?" She was indeed smirking a lot."No! I knew he had a blood-sucking sister who wouldn't let either of us have any peace," I shrugged my shoulders. This time, I was the one speaking, not Thea."I can't believe you used to play the innocent card," she shook her head in disbelief, her tone less taunting now that I was giving it back to her."Why, didn't you also think I was exactly as others described me?" I met her gaze, no longer eating the chocolate. "And let's not forget that you lied on my behalf," I chuckled, mocking her for accusing me when she had played dirty tricks."I didn't lie," she muttered, taking a deep breath to compose herself."Oh really? You can deceive others, but I know the truth since it's about me. I was there, and I know I didn't do anything," I responded confidently, without holding back."You were everywhere, Cynthia. That's the problem. You knew what you were up to, but it never occurred to you that it might
Cynthia Dion: I entered the room and rushed towards the closet, standing in front of it with tears in my eyes, debating whether I should take my stuff with me or just leave. "I hate you," that was it. I started to sob and then punched the closet door. My bones made a cracking noise, but I'm sure Thea will help with it later, and even if she doesn't, I don't care. I was still crying when I got on my knees, rested my forehead against the closet, closed my eyes, and bit my bottom lip to stifle more sobs. It's strange that I always ended up expecting a lot from him, but he always let me down. "What happened to you?" The familiar voice made me raise my face and look towards the bathroom door. Atticus was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, shampoo still in his hair. I continued to stare at his face, utterly bewildered about how he ended up in the room. He had been outside, with that treacherous friend of mine. "Cynthia! What happened to you?" He asked, sounding genu
Cynthia Dion: "Sister! What's going on? Why are you here?" Atticus asked her, observing her angry gaze directed at me. I sensed that whatever had upset her was somehow connected to me, but I couldn't figure out what I had done that could be more devastating than Mara being with her mate. "Ask your beloved Luna," she replied, crossing her arms while keeping her glare fixed on my face. "What? I've been here the whole time," I said with a shrug, not hesitating to defend myself. "Why is he here?" I didn't respond because I had no idea what was bothering her. She finally spoke up herself. "Excuse me?" I shook my head, trying to understand what she was getting at. Was she referring to Atticus, or had someone deceived her about Zeon's presence? "Why is he here? Why did you bring him here?" Maleeka yelled at me, but the way she spoke about someone being brought here for me made me a bit anxious. What if someone had orchestrated this to make Atticus believe I'd been inviting people over
Cynthia Dion:If he hadn't held up their plan by blocking the door, they would have succeeded in doing everything they had intended to do to me that night."No! You must stay here. You're Luna's father; I won't allow you to go like this," Atticus shook his head and prevented Dad from leaving, and Dad was surprised by the Alpha's kindness."I don't want to stay here and be a burden to the daughter I've always hurt," my father's eyes filled with more tears as he regretted his past treatment of me.At this point, I was starting to think that my father was ready to admit he was wrong. Perhaps, when he's feeling better, I can ask him about my cellphone and whether Mr. Holt has ever been to the house and used it, or if someone else did."Cynthia! Why don't you go back to your room and take a rest while I assist your father to the guestroom and talk to him about the incident?" Atticus turned to me and asked politely. I understood that Atticus didn't want to discuss it with Dad in front of me
Cynthia Dion:"What do they want to talk to me about?" I asked, as I couldn't recall them ever being fond of me.I'd heard that Rosalie had woken up and was feeling much better, but I hadn't had a chance to see her again."I don't know, but you don't need to worry. I'll be there with you," he said softly, reassuring me that I'd be fine with him by my side."Ah! Thank you for offering to help, but I can handle it myself," I didn't want to say it to him, but my newfound confidence made me feel capable of anything. Now that I didn't have to worry about my health either, I believed I could stand up to anyone I wanted.Although I should thank him for all his help, I'll just consider it his way of making amends."That's great," he said, taking a deep breath before adding, "shall we go out?" He gestured to the door, and I led the way. We walked out to the garden, where everyone was gathered. Rosalie appeared a bit weaker than before, but Enzo looked genuinely pleased to be there.Mara and Ma