Page 25 of Chasing Luna
“I feel absolutely wonderful, thank you for asking. How about you?” I close my eyes for a bit. She snorts at my snarky reply.
“Me too, I feel fantastic,” she sarcastically replies. I laugh at that.
“Do you think this will end?” I say after a while.
“Honestly? Not really. We’re in too deep in this cycle of revenge. You never know who to trust.” Eliza sighs.
“Yeah? So does that mean I can’t trust you, too?” I ask pointedly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe,” she taunts but I can hear the smile on her face as she speaks. “Where were you earlier, by the way?” she asks.
“In my grandmother’s room.”
“Oh, what happened?”
“Well, my grandmother wants me to killhim.”
“Who? The man from earlier?”
I inhale slowly. “Yes. Do you know who that is?” I look over at her.
“No. Do you know him?”
I nod. “Remember the guy who tried to kill me a few days ago?”
She gasps. “That’s him?”
“Yup,” I remark, popping the “p” sound. “He’s also the same guy whose father is locked in that isolated chamber we saw a while back.”
She grips my arm. “Oh my God.” She looks like she’s seen a ghost. “He’s hot,” she comments after a while and I laugh again.
“That is the only thing you can think of right now? He’s hot?” I chuck a pillow at her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Did you not see the abs earlier?”
I roll my eyes. “Stop that. Things are weird enough as it is. I don’t know why he’s here.”
“Oh? So, he just… randomly showed up today?”
“No. He texted me he was coming.”
Eliza raises an eyebrow at me. “Ah, so he showed up for you.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean—”
“I see how it is.” She smiles at me and stands abruptly. “Okay, Your Highness.” She pulls me up with her. “Let’s go meet your Prince Charming,” she says and leads me out the door.
We run together through the silent halls of the estate. “Where are you taking me?” I half-whisper.
“I know where he is,” Eliza replies as we turn corner after corner. She leads me to an old, abandoned wing of the house, a place I’ve never even been to.
“I didn’t know this wing even had rooms. I thought it was just unfinished and abandoned,” I note as I step over blocks of wood scattered on the floor.
“I didn’t either. But I saw them drag him here earlier. I tried following them until the end but I got scared I’d get caught.” She ushers me upstairs to an open landing. “That’s weird. I was sure this was where they were taking him.” She looks around the empty room for any clues, and I find myself doing the same. “Look!” She points at something on the ground and I step closer.
“Is that… blood?” I peer closer at the droplets beside my feet.
“There’s a trail, Isabela.”