Luna On The Run

Chapter Eight

Rowan:

"Why are you here?" Jacob's eyes lit with a wickedness I hadn't missed in my short seven months of hiding.

"I've been looking for you, Adelaide. Do you know how angry I am?" I sneered at the man I had once been so scared of.

"f**k you, Jacob!" I spat in his face. I didn't hide away when he jumped for me. No, I used what Cynthia had taught me, and when we collided, he went directly through me as if he were a ghost.

"You won't be so brave when I find out where you are hiding, you little b***h, and you better believe it will be soon that I find you." His words sent an ice-cold mix of fury and fear that I was sure would keep me looking over my shoulder until the inevitable happened. Something tells me this was just a warning… but it was real. He's coming for me, and I need to be ready when he does.

"If you come looking for me, I will kill you. I have never been afraid of you. You're just a little boy with a pocket full of his daddy's cash. Nothing more. You're not a man; you aren't even worth mentioning. So come on. Come find me. Just know when you do, I will enjoy taking your life. Or… you could move on, find someone else and treat her better. Because you and I don't exist." I made sure to step up to him, and despite our height differences, I wanted to make sure he was looking into the eyes of the person who would kill him if he tried me.

The way he looked at me told me he didn't heed my warning, so when I woke up drowned in my sweat despite the dying fire that my still sleeping Daisy and I were in front of. I got up and dressed as warmly as I could. I had bought parts and a whole set of tools to fix this truck Berny said I could use, and after I fed and watered the animals and checked on Lola and her sweet little Lawrence, I slung the garage door open and got to work on the truck. I don't need to walk at night anymore. Jacob is coming, and I will take every precaution possible to have the upper hand, and that starts with this truck.

Bain:

I winced as she smashed her finger for the third time. The poor little flower has been working on that rust trap all morning, and every animal here has gathered at the fence to be in her presence. The sun was shining brightly on the farm this morning, and when she threw her socket wrench and started cussing a storm, I wanted to reach out to comfort her. To cause her to have that same innocent happiness that addicted me to her.

"I see your wheels turning. What's on your mind?" Saint sent a mind link from beside me.

"I hate that she is unhappy." I grumbled, knowing her back must be hurting. Not to mention I was dying to know what frustrated her.

A barking caught her attention, and she ran back to the house. When her dog came out of that door wagging and happy, she dropped to her knees, letting her frustrations cover her rosy cheeks. She clung to the dog, who knew something was wrong with its human, and once the dog left to do its business after comforting her, she returned to the truck and the cup of coffee that had gone cold long ago.

"Daisy, do you know a mechanic?" She called out to the dog that was sniffing just below the tree we had claimed as ours last night.

"I got up with Cynthiana and Droll. You told me once that Droll could fix anything. I told them to bring her breakfast and coffee." Saint was rubbing the gruff of the beard I was growing so fond of. I ran my fingers through his hair. The way he leaned into my touch made my stomach flutter. I would never have guessed that the little thing over there cussing enough to make a sailor blush would be what the two of us needed to accept each other.

"I am a f*****g DOCTOR. Why can't I fix a f*****g truck!?" she cried out, throwing another wrench.

Saint and I looked at each other. She had unknowingly offered up a piece of her puzzle that answered why she knew how to do stitches. But if she is a doctor, why is she mixing drinks at Lucid? There is so much we still don't know about our little flower, and before we could get anything else from her rant, Cynthiana and Droll pulled in, and the fear that covered her beautiful face infuriated me. Why is she so scared of everyone here? If only she knew that the two men hiding in her trees like creepers who would kill anyone or anything that touched her, maybe she would let some of that worry go.

Rowan:

Had he found me? I grabbed a long tool out of the box that I was sure would hurt someone if I whacked them with it and clutched tightly to it.

"Daisy, GUARD DOG!" Even hurt, she took her stance in front of me, waiting for my command.

Cynthiana and Droll stepped out of the truck, and I almost s**t my pants. I am not afraid of Jacob, but thinking this is it, thinking I have to fight for my life, is scary as hell.

"Hey!" I smiled, trying to control the shaking in my hands. I forced myself to relax, knowing now that it wasn't Jacob who had come to my home.

"Hey, girl. Saint told us what happened last night. I had no idea you were living on the Cooper farm. Are you alright?" She grabbed my shoulders, making the stitches in my back burn.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine… everything is fine." I kept trying to smile, but it was almost as if my body rejected my attempts to pretend anything resembling happiness because, even without seeing myself, I knew that anyone could tell it was a forced effort.

"Damn, I like this truck." Droll said, running his hand into the engine thing.

"It's giving me a headache." I laughed for real this time. Why did I think that just because I know the ins and outs of human anatomy, that an old f*****g truck would be the same? It isn't.

"I can see why." His chuckle intrigued me, and I walked back over, sticking my head under the hood with him, watching as he grabbed tools and started turning and working with things I hadn't even touched yet.

"Do you… Droll, do you work on cars?" I almost fainted when he answered.

"I work on everything, sugar." I jumped up and down, wrapping my arms around the brute of a dude.

"I'll pay you to—" he cut my words off, sticking his finger up to shoosh me when whoever he had called answered.

"Hey, man. I am out at the old Cooper farm. I'm going to send Bain over for a few things; I'll take care of the bill once I know what I need. I sent you a list of what I need so far. Just have it ready for him. He will be there soon. Alright, thanks, man." His conversation with whoever he was talking to has my heart in my ass. This is it; something in the confidence of his voice told me the truck would run when he finished it, getting me one step closer to securing my victory over Jacob.

"You don't owe me anything." He pointed a tool at my face, resuming our conversation, and then basically nose-dived back into working on the truck.

"In that case, sit and eat with me." Cynthiana said, dusting us off a place to sit. I could've cried when she handed me coffee and a donut from a shop that I still hadn't had time to check out despite her telling me it was amazing every chance she got. She was right. It is incredible, or maybe it was the warmth running through me from the three of us sitting here laughing with each other like friends do that made it taste all that much better. I sat back, enjoying this time with them and the warm treats Cynthiana had blessed me with. But... I couldn't help but ask myself one question. Is this the calm before the storm?