Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 166

Eve

For a moment, the world stopped before the earth shattering sound of the gun short slashes through the air. My ear was ringing, my eyes were wide, my body was in shock, my mind left in shabbled.

I did not know if I screamed or whispered, but I knew I called out her name. "Jules..."

I only snapped out of my gaze when she slumped forward. My arm came away from her throat as she fell unto me.

My legs were jello, as were my thoughts so it was not long before I buckled and fell to my knees, Jules on my lap.

My eyes darting eyes shifted to her face. She was smiling. It made no sense. It was then that it fully dawned on me, scarlet was spreading on her chest. I opened my mouth and my lungs burned as I let out a scream. It was raw, jagged that my throat felt bruised. Desperation filled the sound, echoing louder than the alarm that still hollered in the back ground.

I tossed the gun, bringing my shaky hand to get chest, where the blood gushed out unbridled. I pressed down so hard that I was afraid I would break a bone but she did not even grimace as kept her eyes on me.

Her eyes were not glazed over as stared up at me. "She-she would have told...him," she murmured. "I had to...stop her."

The confusion did not even have time to settle in as I cradlee her closer to me, pressing into her open wound."

"Please!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate, echoing off the cold, unfeeling walls. "Somebody help! Please!"

My hands pressed harder against Jules’ chest, trembling as blood gushed through my fingers, staining everything—her, me, the floor beneath us. It wouldn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop.

"Stay with me," I whispered, my vision swimming with tears. "You’re going to be okay. I can fix this. I can—" My voice faltered, breaking into sobs as she coughed, a weak, wet sound that chilled me to the bone.

Jules’ eyes fluttered, heavy and hazy, yet impossibly calm. A small smile, soft and haunting, curved her lips. Blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, but still, she smiled. As if she wasn’t slipping away. As if she wasn’t dying in my arms.

"Jules?" My voice cracked, panic clawing up my throat. "Jules, stay with me, please. Why did you—why?" My breath hitched violently. "You didn’t have to do this!"

She lifted a trembling hand, fingers brushing against my cheek, smearing warmth across my skin. "Eve..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had to."

I shook my head frantically, my tears falling harder. "No, no you didn’t! We—we could have figured something out. Together! Why would you—" My voice was swallowed by the sob that tore from my chest.

"You don’t... understand," she breathed, her eyelids fluttering. "I had to stop her."

My mind reeled. Stop her? Who? What was she talking about?

"What do you mean? Stop who?" I begged, clutching her tighter, as if I could keep her here, force her to answer me.

Jules’ breath shuddered, her smile flickering like a dying flame. "You wouldn’t... you couldn’t," she rasped. "I... I love you too much, Eve." Her fingers curled slightly against my cheek. "I couldn’t let... happen.

I sobbed as Jules’ body grew heavier in my arms, but I refused to let go. My fingers curled under her limp frame, my muscles screaming as I tried to lift her.

"I’ll get you out of here," I gasped, staggering to my feet, nearly collapsing under the weight of her. "Just hold on, okay? We’ll get help. We’ll—"

"Eve..." Her voice was soft, yet it held a strength that made me freeze in place.

My breath hitched as I looked down at her, sweat and blood slicking both of us. Her eyes, hazy but still focused on me, held something far worse than pain—acceptance.

"Please," she whispered, her trembling hand gripping my arm weakly. "Don’t... I don’t want to waste what little time I have left... not like this."

"But Jules—"

"Please," she pleaded, her breath hitching painfully. "I just... I just want to talk to my only friend before I die. My sister."

I crumpled under the weight of her words, falling back to my knees, clutching her closer to me as if I could fuse us together and hold her here, keep her from slipping away. My tears fell freely, soaking into the fabric of her shirt, mingling with her blood.

"I’m here," I whispered brokenly. "I’m here, Jules."

She smiled, that soft, haunting smile that shattered me into a million pieces. Her bloodied hand shakily reached up and cradled my face, her thumb wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

"I should have known," she murmured, her voice fragile, a whisper against the chaos around us. "You... you’ve been through so much, Eve. I know now." Her lips trembled. "I should have seen it... your pain was just like mine." _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}