His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 60

I suppose I thought I was protecting him but in all honesty, I was being a coward. He had let me in his mind, let me see all of him and it would be unfair of me to hide the darker parts of me and my job from him.

I closed my eyes, leaning forward so our foreheads touched.

"Done,' I replied mentally, feeling a lot lighter with the barrier lifted.

"I missed you so much," he groaned, wrapping both arms tightly around my waist and burying his head in my neck. I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders in return, my own face buried in his neck.

"Come on now, you need to get some rest," he said, reluctantly pulling back.

"What about the arrow-," he gave me a pointed look, making me pause.

"That can wait till tomorrow," he raised his brow at me, as if daring me to challenge him and I grumbled under my breath, sitting back down on my bed, knowing he had a point.

"Fine, but only if you stay with me for a bit," I patted the space besides me on the bed and felt giddy when he smiled and slowly crawled in.

After a lot of shuffling and squeaking from the bed, we were both finally laying on our sides, facing each other and snuggling comfortably.

Even though I had been unconscious for the three weeks, it still felt like it had been a long time since I'd seen Kieran and enjoyed the simplicity of laying besides him.

My mind thought back to that day, where we had enjoyed such a beautiful morning together and how everything had been happy and simple.

I had a horrible feeling that it would be a long while before we could be as careless and happy as we were back then, so with that thought, I chose to snuggle up closer to my mate and enjoy the moment while it lasted.

I was wrong. The arrow didn't have any clues on it.

Correction, it didn't have any obvious clues on it, but I was certain it held some kind of meaning. I was sure I had seen it somewhere before but according to all the books and documents on weapons in the library, there was no indication as to where it came from.

Be that as it may, the silver tip that had once been lodged in my heart was slightly jagged, not smoothed out to give a sharp and clean finish, but rather left in its rough state, as if the multiple edges were left on purpose to inflict more harm.

It either meant the person making it was extremely smart or not so experienced with blacksmithing.

I was stuck in this loop.

"You're looking too much into this, Baby. Maybe we should be looking at it from another angle," I sighed, not bothering to argue and just nodded.