Page 32 of Lunar Desires
Wow. My hands burned, aching to merry hell. And I couldn’t move, glued to the spot as this new power worked through me.
The creatures screamed, their forms consumed in blue light, going up like a paper lantern tossed into a bonfire, unable to run from the slew of lasers. It was like being inside a nightclub, only more violent.
By the end of it, there was nothing left but smoldering ash and the stench of burnt hair.
My hands stopped hurting, control of my body returning to me.
“What the hell?” I said, holding my hands up again.
The moon mark remained on my skin, a glittering blue in constant animation.
I’d just developed a new, shade-killing power?
Oh. My. God. If that was the case, then this changed the game. Big time. Shades were a consequence of Kane Kingwood creating shadow magic—the last apocalyptic threat. Juliet Aurora and her siblings might have failed to stop Kane, the High Coven stepping in to end the terrible Battle of ColdharbourDowns, but the shades stayed. They were unkillable, leaving us to rely on the Radiance Pulse Cannons and the power of witchcops to keep us safe.
Holy. Crap.
Hissing further down the tunnel forced me into a run. The remains of the shades swirled into the air as I moved, blowing my mind, bringing back the fear.
What happened next?
Drake first. Worry later.
I saw him on the floor, no shades present. He was bleeding profusely from his right side, not moving, far too pale.
I’m too late…
I went to him, falling to my knees. His eyes were closed, the wound on his forehead open. A shade’s teeth had torn open his jacket, along with his right side. Too much blood oozed from the horrible wound.
Fear returned, squirming like a mouse in a trap.
“Drake?”
I checked his pulse. There, but super faint.
“Drake?”
Fear shifted to wicked terror, my throat closing.
Don’t die…
Don’t die…
But he would die. He’d die right here because I couldn’t heal him, couldn’t move fast enough to get him the help he desperately needed.
“Drake…” I managed to say, the words like acid on my tongue.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, breaking free as hot trickles down my cheeks.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Drake…please…” I brought his hand to my lips, planting a kiss on his cold skin, praying for a miracle, that my kissespossessed a special magic to bring back the guy who made my heart skip a beat.
Nothing happened.
What could I do? Make a run for it anyway? Try getting him help? How many miles left? How many minutes left until he slipped away from me?
“Drake…” Every time I spoke, the words came out wrapped in thorns. Because I knew this was the end of him. The damage was too vicious to his beautiful body, the situation too dire for any hope to creep in.
