Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 58

“Sondra,” Elena breathes, and Sondra looks up. She smiles, but it doesn’t look right; it’s forced, and I can tell she is in pain.

“I see you found me,” she murmurs before coughing and choking on her cigarette. Elena instantly rushes over to her and rubs her back. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, I pass it to her when Elena snatches it and sniffs it. She scrunches her face up, passing it back to me. I sniff it, finding it is vodka, not water like it appears to be.

“Grab a glass of water from inside,” Elena tells me. Sondra continues to cough but holds up her hand, it shakes terribly, but she snatches the glass off me. Elena watches her worriedly and glances at me.

“Call an ambulance,” Elena tells me.

“You’ll do no such thing. Can’t a woman die in peace?” Sondra snaps at her.

“I don’t want you to die at all.” Elena retorts.

“Well, it is not up to you; I want to die and die, I shall. Not even the gods will stop me croaking this time, the grim reaper is knocking, and he wants an accomplice; I have volunteered,” she says, only to wheeze and start coughing again.

“I feel a hospital would be far more comfortable than this plastic chair. If you insist on dying, wouldn’t you rather die in comfort?” Elena asks her. It’s funny watching them two, they have their own love language, and it comes out in short replies and sarcastic words thrown at each other.

Sondra sighs, her fingers white as she grips the table, and she leans back. Blood dribbles from between her lips, and she shakily wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Why here, of all places?” Elena demands.

would croak going over the bridge, but seems Floyd is trying to torture me more by dragging this shit

me like that! Now be a love

Elena presses her lips in a line but nods for me to do as she asks. Walking over to Sondra’s car, I grab the

coming, I’m coming, just hold your damn

on her

want to visit the grim-reaper, but I sure as hell don’t!” Elena scolds, snatching her keys before Sondra

and help carry a legless old woman to the

over to her and scoop her up while

stop that. Why so handsy!” she snaps

if I can’t touch you?” I ask her. She seems

Sondra babbles to Elena. I set her in the seat of her car, but when I go to close her

you getting me a vodka?” she asks, and I glance at Elena over the roof

a glass. Just give it here, and I’ll show you how real women drink!” she tsk’s. She swigs from the bottle and nestles back in her seat, pulling a cigarette from her packet. Elena climbs in the driver’s seat and starts Sondra’s car. On the drive home, I ring Marco, and the relief in his

the mirror at Sondra. Peering over my shoulder, Sondra is leaning to one side, head slumped forward, bloody drool seeping from

and I turn back to the front. However, just before we arrive, the bumpy dirt road must wake her because she

to her in the mirror. We

home, not to me.

ask, peering over to look at her.