Page 29 of Lunar Desires
Please be okay.
Please be okay.
“Going somewhere?”
I slammed on my brakes, looking up to see a shade above me, clinging to the ceiling like a twisted version of Spider-Man.
Using my power, I slammed it into the ceiling so hard it cracked the concrete. The arsehole came down, smacking its face on the ground.
Out cold.
“Fuck!” I heard Drake cry.
Dread kicking me between the legs. I ran on, praying to Hecate for me to make it in time. I mean, if she wanted me to be this vessel of moonlight power, it’d be good to save the man who actually wanted to kiss me.
He caused this…
I picked up speed as the tunnel curved, my pulse throbbing.
Please be okay…
A shade cut me off, leaping out of an alcove into my path. “Not so fast!”
Two more followed it, spreading out to block me.
Footsteps sounded from behind me, followed by more hissing. This damn tunnel was filling up with the shadowy arseholes.
“This witch’s blood transcends all,” one of them hissed. Hecate only knew which one, and I didn’t care.
I got to it, pulling and shoving, fending them off while panic crashed inside me. The longer they distracted me, the longer it took for me to get to Drake.
He wasn’t allowed to die.
He wasn’t allowed to leave me.
No matter how much my inner voice admonished him for dragging us into this mess, it didn’t mean I wanted him gone. God, the thought of it burned my soul and then some.
Drake Parish had to stick around. He didn’t get to run away. He didn’t get to be anywhere else.
I roared, fighting harder, dragging a shade toward me before flinging it into the wall. The sound of its head slamming into the concrete was both delicious and sickening. But their pain spurred me on, bloodlust a war drum, pounding from the fresh pool of violence inside me.
Slam. Slam. Slam.These shades didn’t stand a chance.
“Your blood!” the final shade wailed.
Basking in a heady buzz of glory, I drove it into the ground, its neck breaking with a loud snap from the force. The shadowy body twitched before it exploded into a cloud of shadow. It swirled angrily in the air for a few seconds, then dissipated, off to be recycled by some shadow witch later down the line.
One shade ‘death’ wasn’t enough. I had to send them all along their way, remove their vile bodies from my presence.
Kill all shades,a voice whispered in my head. A new voice, one dripping in menace.
I swallowed, freaking myself out, wiping the sweat from my eyes.
Kill all shades…
The creatures in question lay around me in broken heaps, not one of them moving. My fingers itched, my palms aching as if I’dbeen typing on a laptop for too long. Happened sometimes at the library, especially when doing admin work.
Kill all shades…
