Chapter 80
Luc
Ten paces to the final person who stood between me and my beautiful, deadly mate. I locked my eyes on his, letting him see the death that was coming.
He grinned at me. Grinned. It was a crazy, I’m going to die and I don’t care sort of grin.
Eight paces. Why was he grinning? What was on his shoulder?
Six paces.
A spike of panic flared down the bond from Caly.
There was a boom.
The rocket launcher released its projectile. Straight at my heart. Oh fuck.
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