Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 312

Astrid’s POV

The poison courses through my veins, burning like wildfire as it spreads.

I can feel its tendrils seeping into every muscle, rendering my limbs heavy and unresponsive.

Panic claws at my chest as the world blurs and darkens, the strength I’ve always prided myself on slipping away.

The sand beneath my fingers feels coarse and cold as I clutch at the ground, trying to stay anchored, trying to fight the rising tide of fear and hopelessness.

In the distance, I catch a glimpse of Killian locked in a vicious fight, his movements a blur as he fends off the attackers.

My heart pounds. He’s occupied and even if he’s not, he’s too far. I know he won’t reach me in time.

I’m alone.

I have no one but myself.

And the attackers — they’re closing in.

I looked at Ryker, his eyes wide and terrified, his small hands gripping my arm as I struggle to rise.

It’s hopeless for me. I couldn’t run.

But Ryker… he has to go on, he has to protect himself.

“Run,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Run, Ryker. You have to go.”

He shakes his head, tears spilling down his cheeks, his lips parting, but no sound comes out.

My heart shatters. This was supposed to be a good day for us. We came here to celebrate his birthday, but instead things had turned into a nightmare.

Ryker couldn’t speak, and I know the terror he’s feeling is so much worse because he can’t express it.

I force a smile, even as my vision flickers with encroaching darkness.

“It’s okay,” I promise, my voice soft. “Your father and I will follow. We’ll be right behind you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Ryker hesitates, his hands trembling, and I hold my breath. He stared into my eyes as if he was trying to read through my thoughts.

I held his gaze, not showing how scared I was too at that moment, and with a determined nod, he regains his courage.

With his face streaked with tears, he turns and starts running.

I watched as his small figure disappears into the distance, and I let out a breath, relief and fear mingling as I watch him go.

I have to believe he’ll make it. I have to believe he’ll find somewhere safe to hide.

I try to push myself up, but my vision wavers again, and the poison tightens its grip.

I collapse back onto the sand, my strength abandoning me completely.