From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280 The Dark Place

Chapter 280 The Dark Place

ZARA.

A pinch of pain skitters up my arm, and I feel my body twitch.

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What… I blink, and the scene that was before me a moment ago is…Gone. Just… gone. There are arms wrapped around my chest, strong and muscular–they pin my arms to my sides in their vice–like grip.

My muscles ache. Bones grind. And I can’t breathe, damn it. I can’t fucking breathe. No, no, no, let me go! Don’t you see? Don’t you see? He won’t stop until I’m dead.

I try to shout the words–scream even–but my throat is raw and it burns and I still can’t fucking breathe because there’s ice in my veins and now fire in my lungs and I can’t tell them. I can’t-“Hey, shh. It’s okay.

“It’s okay. It’s me, it’s Antoine. You’re fine.” Sturdy fingers suddenly take hold of my jaw, blunt fingers digging into my cheeks, turning my head. It’s wet. Why is it wet? Cold?

Why is it so cold? “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m okay. Look.” My face bunches and I claw and I buck, trying to break free. Where is he? I think, darting my eyes around.

Another light pinch on my wrist has me blinking rapidly. I whip my head around.

“Easy, easy,” a low voice whispers in my ear. Puffs of air blow across my face, warm and smelling of stale toothpaste.”

Gasps punch out of my mouth as I’ve just run a mile. It fucking burns, but I can’t make it stop. A hand covers the top of my head, smoothing back my hair, and I realize I’m no longer being restrained.

But when I try to lunge forward, all I manage to do is stumble forward, nearly falling to my knees. What the fuck? I stare blankly and unseeingly down at the ground beneath me, the ground that I swore was a lot closer a couple of seconds ago.

I’m…standing?

A body appears in front of me, and I snap my head up, freezing when my eyes clash with a pair of familiar, dark blue eyes. His mouth moves, but I can’t read them fast enough to make any sense of what he’s trying to tell me.

His hands are on my upper arms, but it’s a light touch, one I can easily break free of if I have

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“Antoine?” His eyes widen and he nods. I didn’t even realize that was my voice croaking his

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Chapter 280 The Dark Place

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“What…” I try to say.

“It’s okay,” he says and this time I hear him.

“I thought…” Again, my voice fails me, and all I can do is shake my head as my gaze drops to the bruise forming along his jaw. Even from behind the fine layer of stubble, I can tell there’s some swelling. Bile floods my throat, and I cast another wild glance around. I’ll kill him.

I’ll fucking kill the fucker. The fight is still going on, it’d seem, but it’s like there’s a wall separating them and us. We moved, I realize.

Somehow, we’ve been pushed back toward the tub. Or maybe Antoine dragged me back. I have no idea.

The shouts fade under the thundering sound of my pulse as it slows, slows, slows as awareness sinks heavily into my skin, into my shivering bones. I try to speak, to ask Antoine what happened, but I can’t find my voice. I look down at my hands, half expecting them to be bruised and caked with sticky blood… Only to find bone–white skin under me.

“I…” My head is shaking, and my lips flutter open and closed as I try to make sense of what I’m seeing.

This isn’t right. Something’s wrong here. My vision tilts, and my teeth start chattering. Or maybe they were already chattering. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

“Zara?“My gaze shoots back up to Antoine, wide and confused. 1

“Where is he?” I finally manage–my voice coming out raw and ugly and unrecognizable. His brows crash down heavily over his eyes.

“Who?” Something in me stills. Again, I dart a wild look behind him, still half–expecting to find a body on the floor, face bloody and mangled beyond recognition.

But just like the blood on my fists, there’s nothing there. Just the same group of people shoving and pushing at each other. I stare blankly at the body–less, blood–less ground. I look at my trembling hands and I don’t understand. I don’t understand…

A small hand brushes my cheek, hot on my clammy skin, just as a strong set of hands catches me before my knees give out. I look up and there’s a world of worry in those ocean eyes.

“Zara?” I hear a soft voice say next to me.

It was still Antoine. His hand’s still on my cheek, and I feel my jaw start to quiver against his palm. But I can’t look at him

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