Luna's POV
Luna couldn't breathe, and the world was turning gray around the edges.
The shadow spear had left a hole in her chest that felt like ice spreading through her whole body. Every heartbeat sent waves of cold pain through her bones, and she could taste metal in her mouth.
I'm dying, she realized with strange calmness. This is what dying feels like.
"No, no, no!" Sunny's voice sounded far away, even though she could feel his warm hands pressed against her wound. "Luna, stay with me. Please stay with me."
She wanted to tell him it was okay, that saving his life was worth losing her own. But the words wouldn't come. The shadow magic was spreading like spilled ink, turning her silver blood dark and poisonous.
Through their magical bond, she could feel Sunny's terror and desperation. His emotions crashed over her like ocean waves—guilt because she'd been hurt protecting him, fury at Lord Nightshade for throwing the spear, and love so fierce it made her chest ache even worse.
