All Chapters of Darker Than Red: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

[RUBY]The audacity of Luna to pull a stunt like that. Does she really think she’s holding the cards now? I headed back to the house, prepping for tonight’s main event. My phone buzzed—Luna, of course. A twisted sense of relief washed over me. My plan was working. She’s hooked—completely obsessed with getting my attention. But I have to play this right. Let her believe she's in control, but never give her exactly what she wants.L: Just hit me up if you want to see me again.I scoffed. Arrogant, as always.R: You really think you did something, huh?L: I am Luna Salvatore.Oh, I know exactly who she is. But soon, she’ll be wrapped around my fingers, and she won’t even see it coming.R: And?L: Haha. Just text me after.Typical Luna, thinking she’s untouchable. I don’t have time for her little games. Not when I’ve got far bigger prey tonight. Sadie Davis is going to die, and nothing is going to stop me.R: We’ll see then.I was just about ready when James barged into my room, looking l

[MIA]“Mia!” Abbie whispered in shock as she saw me struggling beside her, both of us collapsing to the floor. I did it. Thank God I managed to pull her down just in time, or she might’ve been hit by the bullets. I had been tracking Luna ever since we met at the museum, piecing together her life bit by bit, convinced she was connected to Xanthe. I’d hoped my pursuit would lead me to Abbie, and tonight, fate seemed to prove me right. I hadn’t planned on any of this. I was supposed to drown myself in alcohol, let the night fade away. But when I saw Abbie racing toward a girl holding a gun, sobriety hit me like a slap in the face. I ducked under a table as panic spread and everyone scrambled for cover. My heart raced when I spotted Luna, confusion sweeping over me as she frantically asked where Abbie was. But she was with her, wasn’t she? Then, I saw the face of the woman Abbie had aimed her gun at. My blood ran cold. It was her. The woman Abbie had drawn—the one who killed Xanthe.The

[LUNA]I thought I was back to my usual self, the cold, untouchable version of me. After that day with Ruby—no, Abbie—I swore I wouldn't let emotions control me again. She almost cracked my walls, almost made me weak. I don’t shed tears. I don’t care about people’s feelings, especially not for someone who lied and used me like she did. So here I am, fucking some random woman I met at the bar. The second she hit her climax, I was already buttoning my shirt, stepping out of the cramped cubicle before her voice even registered."Luna!" she called, but I didn't bother looking back. She got what she wanted, and I got what I needed.As I left the restroom, I spotted B waving me over. "Luna!" he called again, louder this time, holding up a bottle of beer. I grabbed it, downing it in one go. Booze never really affected me—it was more of a habit than anything else. Numbness didn’t need a drink, after all."So, how was it?" B asked with a grin, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He was talking

[LUNA]I watched Abbie descend the stairs, unable to tear my gaze away even as I cradled Kylie on the couch. I tried to focus on our conversation, pretending I hadn’t noticed her, but the moment Abbie paused halfway down and looked our way, I got nervous. This shouldn’t happen in anyway. I have never felt nervous in my entire life. It must be the medallion’s doing. Her face was a mask of unreadable calm. Was she jealous? No, that was impossible. She’d only used me, played me like a pawn for her own agenda. The temptation to remove my medallion surged through me—just to glimpse her emotions, to know what she was hiding. My fingers brushed the cold metal, but I hesitated. If I lost control, if I went berserk, Kylie—and everyone else in the house—would be in danger. I sighed and let the thought slip away.I refused to hope. Hope was a dangerous thing, especially with Abbie. She’d blindsided me, twisted my emotions, and I hadn’t seen it coming. Or had I? Had I just ignored the signs? I pu

[LUNA]Frustration builds inside me as human emotions creep into me, weakening my senses. I need control—craving the strength that makes me who I am. The engine of my bike roars as I head toward the forest, where I trained with my father and hunted for food that truly sustains me. Human food is dull, a weak substitute for the raw power of blood. It's been months since I’ve tasted it, and that’s why I feel this way—vulnerable, almost human.As I reach the forest, I strip off my medallion, leaving it in the bike’s compartment. Instantly, my senses sharpen, flooding back with intensity. I hear everything: the heartbeat of every creature, the pulse of life, the emotions carried on the wind—fear, anger, joy. I am alive again, in control. Swiftly, I leap through the trees, my movements as seamless as the wind. I search for my target: deer, my favorite prey. Its blood will revive me.I spot it, the scent of its fear already filling my lungs. It flees, but I am faster. In a single motion, I d