Luna blushed… she really wanted Trisha not to do it, but if Lucius died because of this small issue, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she stared at his still body.
His skin was pale and his breathing was slow.
Every rise of his chest felt slower than the last.
The man who always looked untouchable, who stood like the center of gravity in every room, now lay motionless… like a fragile vase.
"You're free to," Luna said quietly, forcing the words out even as her voice trembled.
She sat down beside him and held his hand tightly, her thumb tracing slow circles across his knuckles.
She really needed to cuddle right about now… anything to chase away the fear clawing up her chest.
But more than that, she was terrified.
Terrified that if she let go, he'd slip away forever.
Trisha looked just as nervous.
Her hands shook slightly as she stared at Lucius's face.
