Page 103 of Lunar Desires
“Enough chatter,” she cut me off. “Enjoy. Celebrate. Make the most of the days you have without me. For I am coming.”
An invisible blade struck Jonathon in the stomach with a sickening squelch. He sucked in a raspy breath, his head tilting back, mouth stretching in a silent scream, followed by wet sounds, a line slicing through him as the fae woman gutted him.
He coughed up blood, barely moving or making a sound.
Shit. This was grim.
She kept slicing him, tearing into him until his intestines glistened in the hole she’d made.
“Dinner tonight,” she muttered, pulling them out, the tubes hovering morbidly in the air, blood dripping everywhere.
I turned my back, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the disgusting killing noises, focused on returning to Riley, his body heat, and our bed.
Safety. Haven. Love.
“I shall eat well,” the fae woman intoned behind me.
I prided myself on a pretty strong stomach, but the horrible sounds pushed me to my limits. Gagging, I headed for the door.
“You won’t stay?” She cackled, the volume disturbing some of the dust around me. “Suit yourself! Suit yourself! Suit yourself!” Her laughter became a howl, a powerful force propelling me forward in a spin, sending me back into my world.
My eyes shot open, my head throbbing. Drenched in sweat.
Riley stirred, lifting his head off my chest. “What happened?”
I caught my breath, grounding myself back in the room. Early morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, creating a glowing pool on the bed.
“Drake?” my boyfriend whispered. “Are you okay?”
I kept my eyes on the pool, reaching to stroke his face. “It’s…” A nauseous pulse from the butchering of Jonathon passed over me. “Your uncle’s dead.”
He sat up fully, suddenly very awake. “What happened?”
I told him. Double checked after, but my magic didn’t find him.
He really was gone.
I held Riley tightly as he processed the information. Deep under the duvet, away from Blue Orchard and the horrors of the world.
This fae woman wanted him, but I’d slice her up before she laid so much as her little finger on him. No one would hurt him. No one would ever have him.
Yet my steely words failed to comfort me against the repeated threat echoing in my head.
“Make the most of the days you have without me. For I am coming.”
Shit.
Chapter 30
RILEY
Right hook.
Left hook.
Uppercut.
Take that, punching bag!
