Page 88 of Lunar Desires
I sat up, rolling my neck.
Shot…
A chilly wind blew around me, the fire funnel gone.
Shot…
As much as the moon fed me, things were foggy, my thoughts tangled in a web.
I rubbed my eyes, a body on my left.
“Isaac?”
He lay on his back, eyelids heavy. Drowsy.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah. Thanks for healing me.”
He yawned, clearly fatigued. He’d burned through his healing magic, now suffering the consequences.
My memory was still a little hazy. “I hit the fire.” God, I rememberedthatpart. “But I got shot, right? Someone shot me?”
He passed out.
Crap.
“I shot you.”
I spotted his legs first, then the serious expression.
Drake.
I rubbed my eyes again, his words not sinking in. I clocked Jake and some witchcops, along with a dead body.
Uncle Jonathon.
“Riley?”
He shot you…
Drawing a soothing circle on my left palm, I lifted my gaze to him.
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
The glow of the blue stone leaked between the fingers of his balled fist, a gun in his other hand.
He shot you…
I swallowed a nasty lump, like clay packed with jagged nails. “W-why did you do that?”
Drake crouched, his face full of regret. “Breaking the stone would have killed everyone.” He told me about his brief visit to the fae woman.
Oh. My. God.
Jake came over to say he’d shot Uncle Jonathon in the heart, and witchcops were now storming Ashwood Manor for the sixth part of him.
“I…” My chest tightened under a tangle of rusty chains. They crushed and I wheezed, sliding back on the wet asphalt. A wave of panic bore down on me, a nasty stream of ice flowing in my veins.
