The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 646

"Charles, go ahead-kill me! But you better know, if I die, that little brat Charlie's coming with me. Do you have the guts?"

Luna's voice was rough, every word laced with poison, like a snake tasting the air.

A storm broke loose in Charles's eyes, an explosion of fury that seemed to freeze the already icy air of the cellar.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, his hand snapping around Luna's throat, fingers digging in like iron clamps.

She choked out a strangled gasp her smugness vanished, wiped away by raw terror as she realized she couldn't breathe.

Charles's knuckles stood out, white and unyielding, his grip merciless and absolute.

The air was gone in a heartbeat.

Luna's eyes bulged, bloodshot and wild, locked on Charles's face-so close, so cold, so merciless he could have been the devil himself.

Her face turned from red to a horrifying shade of purple. The veins at her temples and along her neck bulged, ready to burst.

Pain wracked her body, making her convulse uncontrollably, flopping on the filthy floor like a fish out of water.

She was suffocating.

Death's shadow closed in, cold and heavy.

still

afraid to

the memory of fighting for her life on the operating table-she treasured this stolen life

right now, she was betting

betting Charles wouldn't dare let her

owed that little bastard Charlie too much because of Sandy. If Luna died and took Charlie with her, that guilt would haunt

that splinter of guilt was wedged

Charlie's fate in her hands, Luna knew Charles would never risk

the last thing keeping her

of suffocation washed over her, no matter how terror chewed through her nerves, she bit down hard, refusing to beg for

This pain-

She could take it.

in the dead

about to go

Charles let go.

filthy, freezing ground, collapsing like

cut.

and she broke

and spit smeared across her face, she shook helplessly. Every breath was a tortured rasp, survival and

seemed to pass before the coughing finally eased, leaving her gasping

with tears, and