Page 395 of The Luna Duet

“Don’t you dare use his name. You’re not worthy of using it. You’re the reason he’s hurt! And it’s not help that’s coming.” I bared my teeth and shoved him away. “It’s death.”

“What? Of course, it’s not. They’re going to keep him alive, not kill him.”

“Please. Help me get him into your car so I can hide him.” I grabbed the guy’s sweat-damp beige shirt. “Please, take us home. They’ll kill him. I did this. I’m the reason he’s hurt. Please help me fix this. Please!”

“You’re in shock, lady. That’s all this is. You’re in shock and—”

“I’m fine. This will all be fine. Everything is fine. It can all remain fine. I just need to get him home where no one will see.”

His face contorted with pity. “Look, it’s okay. They’ll help you too. Just a few more minutes and—”

“A few more minutes and they’ll take him from me!” Shoving him away again, I tripped to my feet, bent over, and tried to pluck Aslan from the road. His head lolled as I hauled his shoulders. His legs splayed wider as I tried to pull.

I can carry him home.

I’ll pick him up and get him far away from here.

My fault.

My fault!

I’ll fix it.

I can make it better.

I’ll call Mum and Dad, and they can—

“Jesus Christ.” The driver snaked his arm around my waist, yanking me back. “Don’t move an unconscious man. You don’t know what’s broken. You’re making shit worse!”

I needed help, not a hindrance.

I needed to fix this before it was too late.

Guilt.

So. Much. Fucking. Guilt.

Pushing the driver as hard as I could, I wheeled backward, blinded by headlights, ears roaring with the still-running engine.

I fumbled for my phone.

Dad will know what to do.

They’ve kept him hidden for years.

They can fix this.

Please...please fix what I’ve broken.

My hands burrowed through my dress and found nothing.

Where is it?

Narrowing my eyes, I glanced at the spot where I’d kneeled beside Aslan. I tripped forward, searching for my phone. Aslan’s phone lay smashed into pieces by the Mazda’s tyre, and mine lay in a puddle of congealing blood beside my beaded clutch.

I swayed forward to grab it.

I bent—

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