You Were Watching Me?
1097 Words
Luna Hart — POV
I couldn’t sleep.
No matter how hard I tried.
The call kept replaying in my head.
You shouldn’t have left him.
I turned on my bed again, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts refused to quiet down.
Everything felt wrong.
Too fast.
Too dangerous.
And somehow—
Every road kept leading back to Damien Cross.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my face tiredly.
Maybe I really should’ve stayed.
The thought annoyed me immediately.
No.
I wasn’t going to depend on him.
Not after everything.
Not after he lied.
A soft cough came from the next room.
My expression softened instantly.
“Mum?”
“I’m okay,” she called weakly.
I got up immediately anyway.
She was sitting on the couch when I stepped out, one hand pressed lightly against her chest.
Worry tightened inside me.
“You should’ve called me,” I said quietly.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
I moved closer, kneeling slightly beside her.
“You’re not supposed to stress yourself.”
She smiled faintly.
“You sound older every day.”
I didn’t smile back.
Because lately…
I felt older.
More tired.
More aware of how quickly life could change.
“I’ll get your medicine,” I said softly.
I stood and walked toward the kitchen.
Then froze.
The window above the sink was open.
My heartbeat slowed.
I was sure I locked it earlier.
Wasn’t I?
A cold feeling crept slowly down my spine.
“Mum,” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice normal, “did you open the kitchen window?”
“No.”
My chest tightened instantly.
No.
No, no, no—
A sound came from outside.
Soft.
Quick.
My breath caught.
Someone was there.
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Damien Cross — POV
Too quiet.
That was the first problem.
The street outside her apartment building was silent in a way that immediately felt wrong.
I stepped out of the car slowly, my gaze scanning the area.
No visible movement.
No obvious threat.
Which meant they were hiding it well.
“Two men on the east side,” one of my guards murmured through the earpiece. “Possible surveillance.”
I kept walking.
Calm.
Controlled.
But every instinct was already alert.
“Do not engage unless necessary,” I said quietly.
“Yes, sir.”
My eyes lifted toward her apartment window.
Still lit.
Good.
At least she was inside.
Then—
Movement.
A shadow crossed the side of the building.
Fast.
My expression darkened instantly.
Too late.
They moved before we did.
I started forward immediately.
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Luna Hart — POV
My hands were shaking.
I grabbed the closest thing near me—a kitchen knife.
Ridiculous.
Completely useless against whoever might be outside.
But it made me feel less helpless.
“Mum,” I whispered carefully, “go to your room and lock the door.”
Her eyes widened immediately.
“Luna—”
“Please.”
Something in my voice must have convinced her because she stood slowly without arguing.
The moment she disappeared down the hallway, I moved closer to the window carefully.
My heart pounded harder with every step.
The apartment suddenly felt too small.
Too exposed.
Another sound.
Closer this time.
Then—
A knock.
Three slow taps against the front door.
I froze.
Silence followed.
Then a voice came calmly from outside.
“Open the door.”
My blood ran cold.
I knew that voice.
Damien.
Relief hit first.
Then anger immediately after.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.
Another knock followed.
“Luna.”
I walked toward the door carefully and unlocked it.
The moment it opened—
He stepped inside quickly.
Alert.
Focused.
His eyes scanned the apartment instantly.
Every corner.
Every shadow.
“You can’t just show up here,” I whispered harshly.
“You left a secure location,” he replied calmly. “This was predictable.”
That irritated me immediately.
“You were watching me?”
“Yes.”
The answer came without hesitation.
I stared at him.
“…that’s insane.”
“It kept you alive.”
I opened my mouth to argue again—
Then stopped.
Because I saw it.
The shift in his expression.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
He heard something.
Before I could ask—
The lights went out.
Complete darkness swallowed the apartment.
And somewhere outside—
Glass shattered.
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Damien Cross — POV
They’re inside.
The realization came instantly.
I grabbed Luna’s wrist without hesitation and pulled her behind me.
“Stay quiet,” I ordered softly.
Her breathing was uneven now.
Fear.
Expected.
Footsteps echoed faintly from the kitchen.
Too controlled to be random.
Professionals.
Interesting.
A loud crash came from the hallway.
Her mother’s room.
Luna moved immediately.
“No—!”
I caught her before she could run forward.
“They’ll hurt her!” she whispered desperately.
“They’ll hurt you first,” I replied sharply.
Her eyes widened.
Anger mixed with panic instantly.
“That’s my mother!”
“I know.”
And that’s exactly why this is dangerous.
Another sound.
Closer now.
I pulled a gun from behind my back smoothly.
Luna froze.
Completely.
Her eyes locked onto the weapon.
Shock spreading across her face.
Of course.
Another piece of me she didn’t know existed.
Another reason for her to fear me.
Too bad.
Because right now—
Fear keeps people alive.
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Luna Hart — POV
A gun.
He had a gun.
My thoughts stopped for a second.
Who exactly was this man?
The quiet boy from the café felt impossibly far away now.
Everything about him had changed.
Or maybe—
This was who he always was.
Another crash sounded from the hallway.
I flinched instantly.
“Mum,” I whispered.
Damien’s grip on my wrist tightened slightly.
Then—
Voices.
Not one.
Several.
Inside the apartment.
My breathing turned uneven again.
“We need to move,” Damien said quietly.
“How?” I whispered back.
His gaze shifted toward the back exit.
Then toward me.
And for the first time since all this started—
I saw something dangerous in his eyes.
Not anger.
Not control.
Fear.
Not for himself.
For me.
A slow voice echoed through the dark apartment.
“Damien Cross.”
Silence.
Then another voice laughed softly.
“You really are difficult to kill.”
My heart stopped.
Because whoever these people were—
They didn’t just know him.
They came here for him.
And now—
My family was trapped in the middle of it
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