Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 145
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Astrid’s POV
I pressed my body on Killian as I leaned forward in pain. My lips twisted as the searing pain on my back tore through my whole body, my muscles tightening and my veins freezing.
“A-Astrid,” Killian choked out, his eyes widening with horror when he saw the pain etched across my face.
“W-What?” I choked out, panic flooding my senses as I started to realize what had just happened.
I took in a deep breath when something sharp was yanked from my back. My body went rigid, and I squeezed Killian’s arms, my nails digging into his skin as the agony ripped through me.
At that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl. I could feel the blood pulsing in my ears, the air catching in my throat. Slowly, I looked down when I felt the wetness of blood begin to soak through my clothes.
“No, no, no,” I heard Killian breathe, his voice thick with anguish after he followed my gaze.
His words sounded distant, muffled as if I was underwater. I watched as his expression morphed into one of pure terror as he watched the crimson liquid start to spread through my clothes.
My knees buckled, but before I could touch the ground, Killian caught me this time. He held me in his arms as he knelt on the ground.
Killian swallowed hard as he swept his eyes over me. Dread washed over him, and I knew why.
I was losing blood too quickly. I could even feel my limbs growing cold, and my eyelids were growing heavy.
As Killian held me in his arms, his gaze lifted to focus on something behind me. I followed his line of sight, and I was no longer surprised when I saw Giselle standing there, the bloody dagger still clutched in her hand as she towered over us.
The moment I felt the pain in my back, I knew I was stabbed, and there was nobody else who would do that except for her.
Killian’s expression darkened with fury as he looked up and saw Giselle holding the bloody dagger.
“Giselle,” he growled, his voice laced with anger and disbelief. “How could you,”
Giselle’s eyes widened in horror when she finally came to her senses. The bloody dagger slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering to the ground at her feet.
“I-I-I-I,” Giselle stammered badly, her voice quavering with fear and guilt.
When she saw the crimson stains on her hand, she roughly wiped it off on her shirt like the blood seemed to burn her skin.
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