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"Luna!" I reach her just in to catch her as she falls to the side.
Her smile never breaks, not even when the light slowly fades from her eyes and she says, "I guess I couldn't take care of myself after all. I'm sorry... about the dress. I... thought, I thought it was you..."
Her eyes close, her hands clutching at the red river spilling from her body.
Forty-Three
Kingsley
"We need a stretcherhere!" someone yells in the emergency department as I crash through the doors and I lay Luna's limp body on it.
Someone pushes me out of the way, or pulls me back, I don't know.
Just that they push her away, through some doors, and then she's gone.
Gone.
Except for her blood spilled all over my hands, my clothes...my shoes.
Spilled on the side alley of the Victoria and Albert Museum.
On a knife out there somewhere.
On the hands of a mugger.
On someone who hurt her.
After she'd collapsed in my arms, I carried her out of the side alley to see my car still parked in the traffic. I'd jumped in and driven the two kilometers to Westminster Hospital.
It would've taken them twice as long to get to us by ambulance.
And I wasn't going to waste a single moment.
But now... there's nothing to do but wait.
"Kingsley!!" a familiar voice calls out and I see my brothers spill into the ER entrance, their partners following behind.
Damien comes up to me, as panicked as I've ever seen him. "What happened? I saw you run after her, and I went after you only to see—"
"Oh my god!" My-Linh yells, "Kingsley, are you hurt?"
Kylian runs to the nurse's station. "Nurse! Can we have someone check our brother out please?"
"Kingsley, you need to sit down."
"Sir, let us get you into a chair."
The voices swirl like barbed wire around me, scratching, catching at my skin, and the more I fight, the more I get ensnared, and every part of me is tearing itself apart.
"Stop! Everyone just shut up, please! I just need to see her!"
Someone puts their hand on my back and I practically fling it away.
"Hey, easy," Damien's voice says, the warning tone clear. "That was My-Linh."
"My-Linh, I'm sorry," I feel myself say, but I'm disconnected from the words.
"No, it's okay." She gives me a soft smile. "Let's just make sure she's okay, alright? What do you know?"
