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."

she

snap at her. I don't care if I sound like a bitch. She tried to kill one of my bondeds. Who the fuck gave her a gun? "He doesn't even

the mask from her face and kill her with it. "He is a demon, *my* demon, and he

don't fucking care.

She backs off.

to me. Out of desperation, I say, "Save

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

returns stronger than

kiss him. His chest rises and falls slowly, and I press my ear to it. The steady beating of his heart

even want to know the agony I would have felt if Mose died. I tilt my head, and

myself just in time. I can't

*I love you.*

Impossible.

and I

But....

I feel

like he's making a sacrifice by letting me go. Loving Mose would be so easy, but I can't put myself through the same pain I endured with *him*. It took me years to come to terms with the fact that *his* love