I Am The Luna

Chapter 0530

ADRIANA

Zade wasn't wrong. I run when I can't process what to do. But I feel it's how I've survived for so long. To avoid facing my demons. I know what a man is capable of, how it only takes a fraction of a second for them to do something that will forever scar someone.

I've been avoiding Atticus over the last few days, keeping it to a hey or hi if I passed him, but not giving him a chance to say or do much. I did have the dessert he had made, and I did tell him it was good, but I have learned one thing about Atticus, and that is giving him a chance to talk is dangerous. He's good with his words, and just like a delicious glass of wine, he makes you feel all relaxed.

Today it is Halloween and although we don't go trick or treating, with around 47 adults in the pack, some of the women thought we should have like a little party. And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood.

I am dressed up as a demon, wearing a leather corset bodysuit with a tail. The bodysuit barely covers anything, but it looks badass. My boobs are pushed up, my waist cinches and years of workout show in my thighs and booty. I've paired it with fishnet tights and a black leather choker necklace. I look pretty sexy, and my look ends with dark makeup, red contact lenses, a red hair wig and knee-high hooker heels.

Ok, I look more like a sexy hooker demon, but hey, the aim of a dress-up party is to look sexy. Even though I'm avoiding him, I still can't help but wonder what he'll be dressed up as. I finish off with a pair of devil horns and leave my room.

I can hear the music from downstairs and I pause outside of Atticus's room, wondering if he's in there before I quickly

continue on my way downstairs. I pause, glancing in the mirror panel that is at the top of the steps, looking at my ass that pretty much swallows my bodysuit right up.

I ruffle my fake hair before I step out into the back garden, where everyone is in costume. There's Zade as Ghostface. I recognise it's him instantly. Valerie is a zombie doctor, Damien is a pirate, Anthony is I don't really know, he looks weird with all kinds of ruffles and too much red. He's wearing a weird wig too.

"What are you supposed to be?" I ask, patting his arm. He looks at me frowning, but that frown vanishes when he looks me over, whistling.

"Forget me, check you out, sexy little she-demon. But really, what does it look like I am?" he waves his fencing sword at

me.

"Umm, I have no idea."

"He wanted us to be the three musketeers. Really, I don't know why the hell he'd think I'd be ok with that," Zade remarks as he flicks the large knife he's holding. And it's a real knife. Damien nods his agreement.

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"Definitely weird and lame."

"Oh, wow. Look at you," Valerie adds, as she smiles at me. "What a coincidence."

"What is?" I ask, looking at her. She simply laughs. "You'll see."

She turns and points to the back of the garden where under the spooky lanterns I see huge regal, yet sharp, strong white wings. I tilt my head, realising it's a shirtless man with his back to us who's wearing them, and my heart skips a beat, realising just who it is.

Atticus....

An angel and a demon... now that's what Valerie meant.

As if he senses me watching him, he turns, and for a moment I forget that he can see me staring as I rake my eyes over his body. He's wearing white pants with a white strip down the side, some white boots and a gold belt, his hair is all slicked back and those wings are damn huge.

And he looks sizzling hot.

What the actual fuck?

A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees me watching and I realise his eyes are raking over me too.

'You look extremely sexy and ready to sin,' his voice comes. I'm so distracted I didn't realise I hadn't blocked him. My heart skips a beat, and I look into his eyes.

'Shame angels don't sin then.'

'I heard one did. My heart skips a beat as he places the glass, I never realised he had been holding, aside and begins to make his way through the crowd when I hear a commotion behind him.

"You're back, that's great," Anthony exclaims.

"I told you I will be." I turn to look at the man who had entered, dressed in a Dracula costume. It's someone I know. Will He gives me a grin and I instantly realise this is the worst damn timing.
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