Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

281. Olivia - Reunion I

Another explosion follows, and all the cars' alarms go off. Pieces of concrete fall around, and one hits my shoulder, but I barely notice any pain.

The first one, which came from outside, made a hole in the garage door big enough to allow people to get through it. Armed, masked women quickly enter. Wasp and other hellstars. Many of them quickly spread out through the garage, disappearing up the stairs.

The first time we met, Wasp gave me a piece of paper with her phone number. After I memorized it, I destroyed it, fearing that I'd be punished if any of the guys found it. Asking her for help had not been a difficult decision. She is one of the few people who let me choose what I wanted to do.

Now I'm questioning if I did the right thing because one of the hellstars shot Mose.

Blood gushes from his chest, and I cover the wound with my palms. Fear of losing him grips my heart hard. It clouds my judgment. Tears blur my vision. How do I help him?

The bond between us starts to fade. A knot forms in my throat, and I swallow hard.

"If you fucking die, I'm going to be so pissed." My snarl comes out as a whimper. It took him being seriously hurt to realize how much I care about him.

If Mose dies, I can bring him back, as I did with Rueben, but I'm scared something will go wrong since Mose appears to have been consumed by his demon. What if, the moment the body dies, the demon is forced to go to the Catacombs, and I lose Mose forever? I feel like I can't breathe. Why does it hurt so much when I lose a loved one?

The hellstar who shot him crouches next to me. "I thought he was hurting you."

did she come

bitch. She tried to kill one of my bondeds. Who the fuck gave her a gun? "He doesn't even look

off the mask from her face and kill her with it. "He is a demon, *my* demon, and he was protecting me!"

loudly. "I don't fucking

She backs off.

me. Out of

something pushing against them. The bullet. Does this mean he's going to live? Even the wounds

bond returns

of his shoulder-length hair cover his face, and I brush them away before I kiss him. His chest rises and falls slowly, and I press

to know the agony I would have felt if Mose died. I tilt my head, and our eyes meet. "Idiot," I mutter. He

time. I can't believe

*I love you.*

Impossible.

shattered my heart, and I swore I'd never

But....

I feel about

has my head jerking up fast. Mose is reluctant to let go of me so I can get up. It feels like he's making a sacrifice by letting me go. Loving Mose would be so easy, but I can't put myself through the