Page 63 of Lunar Diamonds
Other than the nosebleed and aching head, I felt fine. Energized. Ready for round two, three, and four. “Did it work?”
“It did.” He picked up the torn parchment. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.” It sounded more likedor delcome.
“I’ll check on things.” He hurried out of the room.
Drake watched him leave and faced me again. His dark gaze unnerved me, forcing me to step back, his hands sliding off my shoulder.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah.” If he kept pinning me with such an enticing stare, I might launch myself into his arms for a victory kiss.
“We should find you a chair,” he said.
“And a stiff drink,” I added.
He smiled, the Drake from Mystique Square and Glitter Fox back in the room. “Sounds nice.”
I tore my gaze away. “Thanks for helping me.” My cheeks flushed.
“Thankyoufor saving me.”
“No problem.” I scuffed the floorboards with my shoe, feeling like a bashful teenager. Behaving like I’d never been in the presence of a beautiful man before.
I guess I hadn’t, really. At least compared to Drake.
“This better work.” Was that Isaac?
My vision blurred, the attic vanishing in a swirl of color and light, reforming into the living room.
“Come on, Erin.”
How was I here, standing behind Isaac as he held his sunshine hands over Erin’s lifeless body.
Lifeless, in a pool of blood, her chest a mess.
She’d been shot.
Isaac snarled at her. “I felt a pulse, so heal up. Just fucking heal.”
I stared at the scene in front of me, hoping maybe I had been trapped in an illusion myself.
“I’m too weak,” Isaac said helplessly, his body shaking.
“How can I help?” I said, not sure if I was actually standing here.
Isaac’s head snapped my way. “You’re here? Why do you look funny?”
I glanced down at myself, my body almost transparent if it weren’t for the constant pulse of silvery light moving across me.
“She’s dying,” he said, taking her wrist. “There’s still a pulse but…but I can’t do it.”
My body moved of its own volition, laying a hand on his crown. “Take this.” My mouth worked without my permission, too.
“Take what?” He straightened, the slivery light passing over him. “I’m…I feel stronger.” He immediately returned to his healing work.
I’d given him some of my strength, I think, while being moved by puppet strings.
