I Need You, My Luna
Watching Xarion pace the corridors like a caged animal, watching Vance show up looking devastated and concerned, watching them both hover around her like she's some kind of glass doll.
It's disgusting.
It's like the universe itself is protecting this woman, and I'm so sick of it I could make something bleed.
Megan should be dead by now.
She should've died in that warehouse, tied to that chair, surrounded by those kidnappers, and Xarion was supposed to grieve and eventually come back to me.
That was how this was supposed to go.
But no.
Of course not.
Because Megan Pierce apparently has nine lives, and I'm sick and tired of watching her waste every single one of them.
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