Page 203 of The Luna Duet


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My vision went red. I backed into the shadows by the rubbish bins.

Calm down.

If I didn’t, I’d kill him.

Right here.

I’d slice open his throat until his blood sprayed the entire utility side of the house and then I’d gut him, rip out the ribbons of his intestines, and—

“Ah, shit! Cops!” a girl screamed.

“Time to go!” a guy laughed.

The music inside the house screeched into silence. Chaos ruled as people fled Zara’s house like ants escaping a fire.

Ethan looked over his shoulder, past me in the shadows, to the stampeding feet of people fleeing from the garden. Stuffing his dick back in his pants, he stumbled in my direction.

I had to make a decision.

A very quick decision.

The police were here.

I couldn’t be arrested but I also couldn’t let Ethan leave.

He tripped a little and muttered like a drunk as he skirted the rubbish bins and then...

Dropped stone-cold unconscious by my feet.

I blinked at my outstretched arm. At the butt of the knife I’d used to strike him in the back of the skull. At the twanging vibration shooting up my forearm from hitting him before I’d even made the decision.

Lowering my arm, I nudged the rapist with the toe of my flip-flops.

He didn’t move. Didn’t even mumble.

Shit...now what?

“Everyone, go home. Anyone found loitering on the streets will be taken into custody. Any underage drinking will be firmly dealt with. Anyone found driving under the influence will spend the night in jail and have a date with a judge.” The echoes of a male police officer’s warnings drifted out the open kitchen window beside me.

I froze, waiting until the sound of heavy boots disappeared into the house, chasing the last tipsy stragglers.

Move.

Now.

Move!

Stabbing the knife back into the waistband of my jeans and yanking down my black t-shirt to cover it, I ducked and grabbed Ethan’s shirt. With a grunt, I wrenched him off the ground, shoved him against the fence, then slung his arm around my shoulders.

I slapped his cheek. Hard. “Wake up. Cops are here. I’m getting you out before they arrest you.”

He groaned and blinked. “Ow...fuck...” He struggled, but I kept my arm around his waist.

“Walk with me, and I’ll get you away from here.”

“Who-who are you, man?” His head tipped forward as he lurched with wobbly legs. He winced as he touched the back of his skull where I’d hit him. He slurred, “What the fuck schhappened?”

“Doesn’t matter. Trust me and I’ll take you back to your friend.”

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