Chapter 8: One Last Chance
LUMINA
I stood at the kitchen sink, watching as the water went down the drain making that bubbly sound as I cleaned the breakfast dishes.
My hands moved automatically, going through the familiar motions of washing and rinsing plates but my mind was entirely somewhere else
It was still processing the impossible reality of what had happened to me.
I died. I was sure of it. The memory was still clear in my mind: the car hitting me as I tried to protect Ollie, Ollie collapsing beside me on the pavement, his small hand going limp in mine as his heart stopped beating. Then the crushing pain in my chest as our mate bond shattered, taking me into darkness.
But somehow, I was here. One year ago, if the calendar on the refrigerator was legit and not just a pipe dream
