Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 326

Astrid’s POV

Nova and I was finally able to separate ourselves from the others, after a long catch up between all of us.

Killian stayed to talk with his Uncle, whom I’m sure both would ask a lot of questions to each other.

Nova and I excused ourselves to finally talk together in private. I was planning to tell her everything — about the book, about what I’d read, about the curse that was my life.

Nova and I finally managed to separate ourselves from the others after what felt like hours of catching up with everyone.

Killian stayed back to talk with his uncle, and I could see from the way they were engaged that both had a lot of questions for each other.

It was a good moment for Nova and me to slip away, and we excused ourselves to find somewhere quiet, somewhere private.

I had been carrying this weight on my shoulders, the secret of what I’d read in the book, for what felt like an eternity, even though it had only been a short time.

The fear of what it all meant — of who I was becoming — had grown too heavy to bear on my own.

I couldn’t carry this by myself anymore. I needed someone to talk to, someone I trusted with every part of me.

Nova was that person. We are sisters, someone I knew would never betray me, no matter how dark or terrifying the truth was. I trusted her with my life.

She was family. And I knew that whatever I shared with her, it would stay between us.

She wouldn’t tell Drystan or Killian. She wouldn’t let this secret slip.

But there was something about the way she kept glancing toward Drystan that caught my attention.

I paused, studying her face, and suddenly, all my thoughts about the book, about my own problems, took a backseat.

There was something going on with her. Something I hadn’t seen before. Call it a woman’s sixth sense or something.

I was ready to pour my heart out, but it seems that Nova has some pouring out to do too.

“So…” I began, raising an eyebrow as I leaned forward, keeping my voice casual but laced with curiosity. “What’s going on between you and Drystan?”

Nova’s reaction was immediate. Her back straightened, her eyes widened slightly, and her hands fidgeted nervously in her lap.

She tried to brush it off with a laugh, but I could see the anxiety bubbling just beneath the surface.

“W-What do you mean?” she stammered, avoiding my gaze. “Nothing’s going on.”

I crossed my arms, leaning back, my eyes narrowing in amusement. “Nova, come on. I can tell when something’s up. You’re fidgeting like you’ve got ants in your pants. Just tell me.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy sigh, her nervousness intensifying as she finally looked up at me.

I could see the fear in her eyes — fear of how I’d react, fear of my judgment. That only made me more curious.

“Okay,” she muttered, biting her lower lip before speaking. “Drystan and I… we’re dating.”

The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, I couldn’t process them.