In absolute horror, I watch as Emmet drops to the floor. I hear Mason shouting orders, I see the warriors trying to get a pulse, but nothing. He is dead. I'm looking at a dead man.
“Luna, are you okay?” Mason’s worried face comes into vision between me and Emmet’s body.
“This cannot be good,” I whisper as I focus on Mason. I am not going to admit it aloud, but I am more shocked at what Emmet did than seeing an actual dead person. “If he’s rather willing to die than to face his superior, this cannot be good.”
“Let’s get you out of here,” Mason takes my elbow, but I tuck it loose.
“No, wait,” I stop him. “What are you going to do with him?”
“Let me worry about it,” he sounds hasty. “For now, I want to get you to safety.”
“No, Mason,” I protest a little too loud because all the guards a
