Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable-Chapter 366 No Room for Mistakes

Cecilia ’s pov

Dinner ended quietly. No one said it, but we were all ready to leave.

As we stepped outside, the rain had picked up again, tapping hard against the roof of the car. Levi and Yulia stood on the porch, waving as the gates began to close behind us.

"Drive safe!" Levi called out.

I waved back through the glass, my hand lingering for a second longer than it needed to.

Sebastian told me to sit next to him by the door. Said it was the safest spot. Then he buckled my seatbelt.

We pulled off the gravel and started down the mountain. The road curved sharply, slick with rain. Thunder cracked overhead, and the rumble ran through the seat.

Outside, water streaked the windows, turning everything into a blur of gray and shadows.

My eyes kept drifting back to Martha’s estate. It sat high on the hill, barely visible through the rain and fog.

Sebastian hadn’t mentioned the cake again.

Maybe he thought the whole thing had been aimed at Martha. But that didn’t sit right with me.

If Jessica actually ate the cake and nothing happened, fine. Maybe it really wasn’t poisoned.

But if she didn’t eat it, and only Martha got sick ? That was way too clean. Too convenient.

The more I thought about it, the more one version made the most sense:

She did eat it—and got sick. On purpose.

That way, the entire Locke family became her witnesses.

Even if someone questioned her later, she could play the innocent.

"Why would I hurt my own grandmother ?"

She could even be the first to call for help and come out of it looking like a hero.

And if she covered her tracks well enough, left no real evidence, then no one could ever prove she’d planned it.

Of course, that’s just a theory.

Maybe Jessica really is innocent.

But still... I don’t believe in coincidences.

"You okay ?" Sebastian’s voice cut through the storm in my head.

I blinked, pulled back to the now.

"Yeah. Just... something’s off about all of this."

He didn’t say anything. Just nodded, his expression unreadable.

In the backseat, Harper leaned forward between the headrests.

"Where exactly are we going again ?" she asked.

Sawyer, calm as always, replied, "You’ll see."

Harper groaned and fell back against the seat. "Awesome. So, nowhere."

She nudged me with her elbow.

I shrugged and mouthed, I have no idea.

Which was true.

Before we left, all Sebastian had said to me was:

"Safe place. Trust me."

Trust me.

Two small words, and yet they carried the weight of a goddamn anchor.

Outside, the forest had turned pitch black. The trees looked like they were folding in around us.

What had been a scenic postcard earlier now felt like the first five minutes of a horror movie.

The wind howled like it was trying to peel back the sky. Rain slammed against the windshield in angry bursts.

Thunder rolled again. I flinched.

From the front passenger seat, Tang jerked awake with a low grunt. His head turned sharply, like he’d heard something we hadn’t.

The road leveled out as we coasted into the valley.

Just as we were about to make a turn, headlights cut through the mist ahead.

A convoy of luxury vehicles emerged from the fog.

Leading the pack was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The cars moved like they owned the road. They were smooth, quiet, and carried a kind of danger you couldn’t miss. Even with the windows up, you could feel the power coming off them.

"Locke family," Sawyer murmured. "Heading to Martha’s ?"

Harper tracked their taillights as they disappeared uphill.

"No doubt. That pack doesn’t show up unless they want people to notice."

I leaned closer to the window, watching the convoy fade into the mist.

Locke.

So that’s Cassian’s crowd.

If they’re showing up, this birthday party isn’t just about cake.

Author ’s pov

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

Helena had been back for days, with Esther and VanDyck in tow.

Alpha Sebastian had made sure they got home in one piece, but he didn’t stop there.

Two of his most trusted guards stayed close, blending in like regular neighbors off the clock. He wasn’t taking any chances.

To Helena, it felt like velvet-wrapped handcuffs.

Esther sat curled in a floral armchair, arms crossed.

"Mom, Cece’s not just gonna show up because we call. She’s working."

"She’s a good kid," Helena said firmly. "She’ll come. I didn’t raise her to turn her back on family."

VanDyck leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed.

"If we try anything shady, Sebastian will find out. And if he does, Cece will too."

Helena scoffed.

"I’m not planning a jailbreak. I just need to see someone for my back. Since when is a visit to an doctor a crime ?"

Esther arched a brow.

"And this doctor just happens to be practicing near the Locke estate ?"

Helena’s eyes narrowed.

"You think I’m chasing whispers like some bored suburban wife ?

Esther didn’t even blink.

"No. I think you’re already running. And you’re hoping Cece chases after you."

VanDyck pushed off the doorway and stepped forward.

"He’s not Xavier. If you break protocol, you’re gambling with a man who doesn’t need to raise his voice to shut you down."

Helena turned toward the window. She hugged her arms tighter, voice quieter now.

"Tomorrow. First thing."

Esther let out a sharp sigh and dropped her head against the back of the chair.

"Perfect. What could possibly go wrong."