Page 389 of The Luna Duet


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I DROPPED MY PHONE AS THE RED car that was meant to take us home drove directly into him, smashing him over the bonnet, crashing him against the windscreen, and flinging him into a broken heap on the street.

No.

No.

NO!

Screams filled my ears, my mouth, my heart. “ASLAN!”

I sprinted to where he lay unmoving in the headlights of the stopped Mazda. The windscreen had exploded into cubes of safety glass, littering Aslan and the road. It crunched beneath my sandals as I bolted to his side and froze.

No.

Please no.

All I could see was blood.

“Aslan...” My stomach eroded with acid, spilling through me, turning my bones into puddles of horror.

“Aslan.” I choked on sobs as I dropped to my knees and wedged both hands over my mouth. I couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t believe this was real.

Open your eyes.

Come on.

Open your eyes.

Please!

I need you to open your eyes!

Any second now, he’d open them, spring to his feet, and gather me in his strong, immortal arms.

“Fuck. Come on!” The guy who’d shoved Aslan into traffic kicked his mates on the ground. “Gotta go. Get up. Get up!” The drunken bastard roused his friends, helping them up, pushing them, shooing them stumbling and limping down the street.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

I trembled as if a hurricane had replaced my heart as I slowly dropped my hands from my mouth and reached out to touch him.

I did this.

This is my fault.

I shouldn’t have stopped him.

I shouldn’t have distracted him.

My fault...

My fault!

The guys kept running, lumbering.

They left us.

Left me as I bit my bottom lip to stem my sobs and choked on a breath as I touched Aslan.

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