Julian's hand pulled her closer, making the kiss deeper and more intense. He moved to her neck, and she tilted her head back, lost in the feeling of him.
Suddenly, the quiet night was broken by a sharp, distant sound.
Crack. Crack.
The echo of gunshots rang through the air.
Lyvana froze.
The world around her vanished.
She was back in that room. The same room she died in, wearing her white wedding gown.
The door creaked open and there were footsteps on the marble. Her heart started to beat faster as she saw the masked man standing in the doorway.
Then flash. The impact.
She felt her body hit the floor before she even understood she had been shot.
Her chest tightened and she couldn't breathe. She felt the air leave her lungs.
"Lyvana."
She felt strong hands grip her shoulders.
"Lyvana look at me."
Her vision snapped back and she saw the dark sky, then... Julian. He was in front of her looking worried.
