Page 146 of Lunar Diamonds

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But my mental fortitude collapsed. I didn’t want to talk or rant, only cry and be held and think about everything later.

Or maybe never.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he spoke with such hurt in his gorgeous voice.

And then a thought hit me. A radical, terrible idea.

We can run away…

Leave this behind, find a village with a vacant bookshop. Live out my dream and make my comic book ambitions work. Get him that publishing deal, live in a bubble of utter fabulousness.

Forever.

But guilt whacked me around my sense of duty. That dream was on hold, maybe for good. I wasn’t the Riley of a week ago.

I was The Moon. Better than this sobbing mess on the floor of a train carriage.

I had to fight.

I had to be strong.

Give me five minutes…

The opening of the door between carriages sounded behind me, followed by hurried footsteps.

“Fuck!” Drake bit out, moving quickly.

What the hell?

“You can’t get rid of me that easily!” Jonathon Aurora roared.

I spun in time to see the magic on his hands, his body covered in blood and dirt.

Oh. Crap. The surprise skewered me with an icy spear.

Did he climb out of his grave?

This isn’t happening…

“I’m The Moon!” he declared, soil spilling from his mouth. “And I’ll rip your fucking insides out!”

Damn him.

Damn him.

Damn him.

Rage descended on me again, dragging me to my feet. “You will stay dead.”

This vile man didn’t get to live. Whatever he’d done to pull this off was about to come crashing down. I’d stop him. Even if I had to kill him a thousand times over. More than that. Anything to obliterate him from existence.

Jonathon laughed, taking three steps toward me before freezing. “Oh, dear.” He clutched his heart, dirty tears leaking from his eyes. “Not yet.” He grunted, baring his teeth at me.

I got ready to slam him into the window, my power thirsty for a smackdown.

“Soon…” he muttered, his other hand curling into a fist. More liquid mud oozed from his nose, his eyes going wide. “I’ll see you soon…”

The arsehole exploded, mud and blood splattering the carriage, some of it reaching my feet.

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