I Am The Luna
I spin behind him, ripping my left wrist free from the tangled sleeve and hurl myself towards the floor where the gun clatters across the tiles.
Reaper snarls, pure fury in his eyes, but I’m almost to it! My hand stretches for the weapon, fingertips grazing cold metal, but I’m suddenly dragged back by Reaper.
“Ruin!” Havok’s voice cuts through the chaos.
I glance up. Reaper’s already diving, grabbing the gun. But Havok intervenes, throwing himself between us, gripping Reaper’s arm and slamming him back a step.
“Go!” he mouths, eyes locked on mine, breath ragged.
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