Page 49 of Lunar Diamonds
Alone…
I thought of light in all its forms. Bright and steady, chasing the dark away. Spotlights, sunlight, moonlight.
Moon.
The Moon.
Riley.
I want to see his face again…
“Come on, Drake,” Zara added. “Be a man. I’ll only slap you a few times before dragging your deceitful arse home. You know, for the honor of Rhianna.”
She was almost upon me, her slow, stalking steps dangerously close. I drew a long breath, my muscles tight in preparation for a showdown.
In lieu of my ginkgo powder, I locked my brain down. Slammed all the gates against my emotions, activating survival mode.
Temporarily. I’d need a fix as soon as possible.
“Drakey Wake?—”
I jumped up, flashing Zara my best smile.
She spun, aiming the shotgun at my head. The minion behind kept his magic up.
Zara’s lips spread with malicious glee. “There you are.” She eyed my handcuffs. “Interesting accessories.”
“You like them? I’m not sure they go with this outfit.”
She sniffed, her grin dropping. “Hilarious. How could you do that to the woman who gave you a home?”
She said tomato, I said being forced into a dire situation, having to endure her voice and face and rotten existence every day for the past six months.
“Well?” Zara pressed when I didn’t answer.
“I want out,” I answered.
She sniffed again, her eyes darting in the direction of the door Riley escaped through. “Where are the sacred witches?”
No response from me.
“Give this up, Drake. You know they don’t stand a chance.”
If I could just get that gun off her, I’d gain the upper hand over her for the first time in six months.
I almost did once. So close to escape, but the bond?—
Slamming heaving locks across my mind, I rushed her, aiming to slam a cuffed hand into her head. But I quickly lost confidence, hitting the brakes, jumping back awkwardly with egg on my face.
“What was that?” she asked.
Because I’m a useless piece of shit.
If I missed my attack, I’d be too close to her, leaving myself exposed to capture. She might not be able to hurt me, but her spells would snare me like an ill-fated bunny in a hunter’s trap.
Fuck it. If I couldn’t fight, I’d flee, recalibrate. Leaving this house wasn’t an option. No going back, only forward.
I rolled my neck.
