Page 392 of The Luna Duet


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Wake up, Aslan.

Please, please wake up.

My breath came too loudly. My heart raced too thickly.

I couldn’t hear his.

Couldn’t tell if he was here or gone.

I lost my grip on reality as fear of discovery overrode fear of his passing.

I should’ve let him kill them.

I should never have intervened.

I did this...

My fault.

My fault!

“Aslan, come on, darling. We need to go. We have to go before anyone sees, okay?”

If I could get him back to our place, he’d be fine.

If I could hide him before anyone saw, he’d wake and still be mine.

“Aslan—”

“FUCK!” The guy suddenly bellowed. He bent over and retched, splashing his feet with vomit. He hurled again before tripping backward and fumbling in his pocket. “I-I’m calling an ambulance. I don’t care that I’ll get in trouble. I can’t...I can’t live with this. We need help.” He yanked out his phone, his fingers flying over the screen.

“No!” I yelled. “You can’t.”

They’ll know who he is.

They’ll take him from me.

They’ll kill him—

Every bone in my body splintered into pieces.

Guilt crushed me. Killed me. Strangled me.

“Lady, I have to call. If he’s not dead already, he’s gonna be if I don’t.” His eyes were overly dilated in the brightness of his headlights. The car motor still ran. The night remained eerily quiet. In the far distance, the four guys who’d beaten Aslan rounded the corner and vanished.

I lost myself.

I lost my grip on reality as urgency flooded me.

Shaking Aslan’s shoulders, I commanded, “Come on, Aslan. We have to go.” I bent and kissed his forehead, not caring his blood smeared my lips. I shivered, but I wasn’t cold. My heart skipped and slipped, but I couldn’t get enough air.

I couldn’t breathe properly.

Couldn’t think.

We need to get home.

Home where I can wash his wounds and tend to his bruises. I’ll bathe him and put him to bed, and in the morning, he’ll be fine. You’ll see. This will all be fine.

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