A Broken Luna novel Chapter 8

"Are they still friends?"

"Well, one is the Beta."

"Marco? He's your son?"

"Indeed he is," she replies.

"And he's got a kid?"

"Two. A boy and a girl. One and a half year old, and a two month old." So cute. "I'm sure once you've settled in, Marco won't mind you coming to see them. Now, I best be off. I'll see you later, Luna," she waves and heads out the door. Knowing Marco was one of her children, I thought back to earlier when he came to help us. They didn't show they were related, let alone mother and son. I would never have guessed!

I take out a book from the draw and sit on the couch that was by the window. I put my feet up on the couch, but my legs were too small so I just about covered over half of it. I was too into my book that I didn't realise Kaden had sat beside my feet. When I did realise, I looked at him to find him just staring at me. "Um," I start off, raising a brow at him.

"Sorry, you just look so into your book. You look adorable," he replies, his cheeks turning a slight reddy colour. "What's it about?"

"A woman goes missing and they're trying to find out what happens to her. It's a good mystery, because I love when they make you really curious and you've got to figure out the kidnapper too. It's great! And then they're trying to find the woman before he does something bad to her. It's pretty good so far. I mean the first chapter wasn't too good because it was the build up and they're usually a little boring at first. But then it got onto the second one and it's getting more interesting."

"That sounds like a pretty interesting book," he says, examining the cover of the book.

"Do you wanna have a look at it?" I ask, handing it to him after putting a bookmark in it. He shakes his head. "You wanna read it?"

"Uh, after you've finished reading it yourself." I shrug and open the book again reading where I left off. However, I was getting distracted. Kaden kept poking at my feet. "Kaden," I call, getting his attention. He looks up, still poking at my feet. I stare at him and look at him poking my feet.

"Oh, right, sorry," he mutters, stopping himself from poking my feet. I go back to reading but again, he distracts me. "So, what clothes did you get?"

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