Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Family on the Edge

Astrid's POV

The corridors leading to the infirmary felt impossibly long, the walls closing in on me with every step.

My heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat of panic and guilt, louder than my own breath, louder than the torches flickering along the stone walls.

Ryker.

My son.

The thought of him lying there, unconscious and injured, made my stomach twist violently. I should have been there. I should have protected them both.

Killian's hand was firm on the small of my back, steadying me, grounding me, but I barely felt it.

The only thing I could focus on was the door ahead, slightly ajar, spilling faint light into the dim hallway.

I hesitated for only a second before pushing it open.

The moment I saw him, my legs nearly gave out beneath me.

Ryker lay on the bed, his small body dwarfed by the sheets tucked around him.

His face was too pale, his lashes dark against his cheeks, his breathing slow and shallow.

A thick bandage was wrapped around his head, stark against his golden hair.

My vision blurred as I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as they hovered over him before finally, gently, gripping his hand.

His fingers were warm but limp in mine.

Tears burned my eyes, hot and unrelenting.

"Ryker," I whispered, my voice breaking.

He didn't stir.

I tightened my grip on his small hand, my thumb brushing over his knuckles, as if I could will him to wake up, to open those sharp, intelligent eyes and tell me he was okay.

But he didn't move.

escaped my throat,

hoarsely, to no one in particular. "I should have been there. I should

"Astrid."

me from

but nothing could ease the

of my head, his hold firm

murmured. "Too much stress,

a fresh wave of pain surged through me, cutting deep, slicing through my ribs, my

Killian. And now he's-" I sucked in a sharp breath,

here. And he needs

moment Elara's screams had echoed in my ears, the moment

But I didn't.

standing at the foot of Ryker's cot, waiting patiently for me to be

I wasn't.

myself to ask

speaking. "Ryker was thrown

on his hand

The worst was the impact to his

though he will feel weak for

nearly

it, guided me gently to sit on the cot beside Ryker, his hand never

strong," the doctor added with a small

to believe him. I needed to

I just sat the handled

fingers

my

hand covering mouth as I fought

was quiet except for the soft crackling of the torches

fabric as Killian

my eyes, leaning into his warmth,

far into

Then-

movement against my

My eyes snapped open.

twitched in my

heart leaping

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