His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 215

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 215

– She starts clawing at herself, ripping herself to pieces and ripping out her hair. Abbie lost it. She broke and broke some more and it broke me seeing her give up because that’s what she was doing.

Rage bubbled in me as hot as hers while Gannon grabbed her, but she screamed. Blood-curdling screams echoed off the tiled walls as her anger rose, and she started attacking Gannon as he tried to stop her from destroying herself.

“More than my life, Abbie! You promised!” I scream at her just as I feel hands grab me, trying to haul me away. Sparks rush across my arms, and I feel Kyson hold me.

“Let me go!”

“She will hurt you,” he says, but I pull out of his grip. “Seeing her like this hurts me,” I tell him. Scrambling toward her, she thrashes, kicking me, and Gannon pins her arms by her sides while I try to stop her kicking legs. Gannon grunts when she tosses her head back, but his grip doesn’t waiver. Even when the back of her head connected with his nose.

“Stop. We are trying to help you,” I tell her, but she continues to thrash, this time kicking me in the chest and sending me flying back into Kyson. Anger and grief at seeing her like this l****d through my veins. Burning hotter than the sun. It makes my skin p***k with the intensity of its searing heat, and I lunge at her. My hands clamp on the sides of her head.

“Stop!” I tell her, and she freezes instantly. Yet her following my command didn’t shock me. It was the glowing of my hands that did before I am plunged into memories that I know aren’t mine. Memories I know are hers.

I blink around, my surroundings evaporating as new ones take shape, nightmares, things I wish I could unsee, yet I couldn’t bring myself to pull myself out of her head.

Trapped, just like she was. Trapped in the past that was darker than an abyss. Tortured and broken. I could hear their voices distorted as if they spoke underwater, yet I knew it was Kyson and Gannon. Tingles rush up my arms, and I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.

Yet instead of looking down at myself, I looked down at Abbie in the tub, where she tried to k**l herself. Her wrists slashed open, and she truly believed she was hurting them by being here. Yet the devastation of Gannon finding her told a different story as he tried to save her.

Yet all while I watched her bleeding out, the walls of her bathroom were no longer tiled but filled with every bleeding memory, every tainted word, every bad thing painted on the walls here, bearing her tortured soul to me. I wanted to escape these memories when they weren’t even mine. I couldn’t imagine them being mine and the h****r she lived with.

Yet the longer I stayed, the more I found I couldn’t pull myself out of her head, out of her consciousness. I was trapped, and I was d******g in despair. I couldn’t take it. I needed out; I wanted out. It was too much, too much pain. Too much suffering for one soul, too much pain for one to endure.

My heart broke for her, over and over again, until I was left as d**d inside as she was. I screamed inside, writhed, trying to break free, yet I had no idea how I was even here, how I invaded her like this.

“Kyson!” I screamed, trying to break free. I wasn’t sure if I screamed his name aloud or only in my head, but sparks rippled violently over my skin before his voice was in my head.

“Give me control of our bond,” he kept repeating, trying to manipulate it as he did my aura, but this was different. My bond was breaking, untrusting from the feelings swirling inside Abbie becoming mine. I had become her, trapped within her. Yet Kyson prompted, coaxed me.