The Caught Luna novel Chapter 9

I gulped and felt a shiver run through me. It was no secret that Marilyn scared me to levels unknown.

I shook the thought away of Marilyn as I made my way downstairs. The house wasn't too big, but it was late enough to make me question which way I was going. Eventually, I did find the kitchen.

Marilyn was right. I did hear him, and he sounded angry. The thought of him being angry set something off inside of me. The voice in my head let out some sort of whine at the thought.

"You were gone for almost two days and you come back with this?" I heard Kieran's angry shouts as something that sounded like papers were slammed on to a table.

I gulped nervously and looked around the area. I noticed that there was a door at the opposite end of the hall that I just walked up. I contemplated running down to it. It was a constant thought replaying in my mind, but I didn't want to. I didn't know why, but I just couldn't find myself actually wanting to find out if it would lead me to the outside.

"It's not nothing! We know where they are now! That's what you wanted!" Another man's voice sounded throughout the hallway. I slowly walked down the other end of the hall to the door where the angry rants were coming. I stopped in front of it when I heard a snarl.

I didn't know whether to interrupt or not. Marilyn told me to come down and find him, but then again she could have just sent me here to get me killed.

I closed my eyes and yanked the door open. Immediately, two pairs of eyes landed on me. A pair of green ones and a pair of baby blues.

The blue-eyed, brown-haired man let out a loud growl as soon as he set eyes on me. Immediately, Kieran let out a growl of his own. A single word followed it. Mine.

I jumped back in fear. I turned to bolt out the door when Kieran stopped me.

"No. Stop," he said to me making me come to an abrupt halt. I turned to look at the m with fear evident on my face. Kieran must have noticed because his features turned from one of seriousness to one of sympathy. "Go back to my room and sleep. You need it."

I didn't object. I practically bolted out of the room, actually.

It was official. Every person in this house scared the crap out of me, and I was truly insane for actually wanting to stay here.

On the bright side, at least I knew who the room belonged to; although, I kind of assumed it all along.

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