This Blood that Bonds Us (This Blood that Binds Us #4)

75. Seventy-Five

Seventy-Five

Luke

I couldn’t leave him there. I’d poured my blood into his wounds, and he still wasn’t awake. My brother’s blood soaked my pant legs. His skin had gone pale, and seconds later, he let go of my hand.

It was usually the part where I’d crumble. Cry. Resign to the grief and the hopelessness and the weight of all the emotion that had fallen back over me, but my brother had believed in me. His belief was the only thing that got me to my feet.

And I promised to fight.

I looked behind me. Zach hadn’t realized yet. I needed to go. I’d given almost all my blood to my brother, but I had to try to live for him.

I didn’t look at Her as I turned to the battle. The fire in my blood sang higher and higher until I was engulfed completely.

Without Her, I was whole again.

Finally free.