Luna’s POV
The closer we get to my apartment building, the more anxious I get. No one has seen where I live, well apart from Tank when he gave me a lift home from the bar that one time . . . Thankfully the man has never mentioned it to me nor anyone else that I know of.
I peek over at Ashton. A deep frown lines his face as he follows the directions, his sharp gaze flicking to the surrounding buildings, then down to the map, and back to the road.
As we turn into my street a knot of apprehension tightens in my stomach. I wince before pointing ahead of us.
‘It’s just up there on the right’ I mumble, ‘you can pull up anywhere here, there is no designated parking or anything.’
I have to swallow down a mirthless laugh. The thought of designated parking around here is ludicrous; coming from
