Chasing my Luna
he choked, but the child’s curse wove a vision—Lucas’s dagger at her throat, his trust a lie, his heart turned against her.
Bryan’s ghostly glow surged, a beacon shattering Liora’s deceit, his form fraying, his voice a desperate vow, heavy with love. “Jessica, you’re our truth! We’re fighting!” He lunged, shielding Lucas, but Vynia’s threads slashed his glow, his form nearly vanishing. “Our hope’s real,” he whispered, but the child’s shadow laughed, and a vision burned—Bryan fading, his hope a cruel trick, his love a ghost.
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