All Chapters of Twin Hearts,Broken Bonds: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyra(Mia’s) POV Xander had really been a pain in the butt, and I mean that metaphorically for all you dirty-minded fellas in the house. For some reason—which he didn't spill—he had me driving all around town just to avoid cops. I kept my hand on the wheel with the impression that I was harboring a criminal. As a Luna, that was not an impression you wanted people to have of you. We had spent over an hour trying to keep our tracks covered before I could finally sneak him through the gate. By the time I had dropped him off at the spot where his car was parked, it was getting to nightfall. I had lost the hour I would have used to catch some sleep. "I'm sorry we had to go through all this stress. I promise the next time won't be like this." I shot him a glare. I wished there wasn’t a second time, that I wouldn't get to see him again for the rest of my life. But wishes were horses, and I had no idea how to ride. I had to see him again. It was the only way my plan for revenge w

Damion’s POV I was too disappointed to think. I was too angry to find reason in the situation. All that registered in my head was that she was cheating on me—and to make it worse, she was cheating on me with Xander. “Were you ever planning on telling me that Xander had shown up?” I asked, unable to keep a low tone. “You better not lie, or I'm going to skin you alive.” She put her hands tighter in a begging gesture. “No. That’s the truth. I was hoping that I could handle him and not get you involved…” I scoffed. “It’s my fault. I was the one stupid enough to think that you were not lying to me for once. I was the one silly enough to think that you were worth giving the benefit of the doubt. I should have known that given the chance, you were going to jump ships. An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “Please. I’m being honest.” I was already boiling, and her apologies were only making things worse. Especially when I knew her words were nothing but false. That familia

Lyra(Mia’s)POV The hallway was a mess. Shrieks welcomed me as people were taking to their heels in all directions. I had to take a step back to avoid getting hit by a girl who couldn't bother to watch where she was heading. I couldn't blame her. I had never seen such a pandemonium in my life. “This is crazy,” I muttered aloud. There were marks on the floor and on the walls, and shattered glass lined the floor just where I was about to plant my foot for the next step. The scent of blood hit my body hard, making me shudder. Bodies lay sprawled and scattered across the ground. Some of them were still quivering, fighting to revive the flickering flame of life, while others lay so alarmingly still. The torches lining the hall flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows over the destruction. This had the vast, written all over it. All around the crime scene were Damion’s footprints and claw imprints. Chaos heralded his presence, and devastation stuck around just after he had left. “

Lyra(Mia’s)POVI should have fled. At that moment, I regretted everything that led me up to this moment. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have made sure to run away as fast as I could. Just looking at those eyes was enough to chase away any atom of conviction I had managed to muster. But there was no turning back—his eyes were locked onto mine. If I made any attempt to move, I would be the best target. “Please, Damion. You need to stop with this madness. You are hurting people. You need to stop.” I made sure to yell at the top of my lungs. But I was even more sure that my message didn't get to him. If anything, it bounced off as soon as it hit his ears. He kept charging forward. The ground chimed as he kept taking heavy steps closer. All he did was inhale as he walked closer. I wasn’t just calling out to him—I had a plan. And it was a great one if he would stick to me. I was hoping to ensure I stuck this blade into his chest. “Damion!” I screamed. “You don’t want

Damion’s POV Every part of my body was hurting. My legs felt like they were about to split in half anytime soon. Even the slightest movement was sending signals that shot through my nerves, making even breathing a struggle. I could hear a steady beeping sound in the background and the chatter of people. They didn't sound near, but their jumbled discussions were not clear enough. The light hit hard as I slowly lifted my eyelids. It took a couple of seconds and blinks to finally acclimate to the intrusion of light. "Where am I?" I managed to mutter. The answer was before me. All I could see was white—sheets and emptiness. There was no one in sight as far as my eyes could stretch. Sitting up would have given me a better chance to see the room, but my arms felt like a thousand grams were pressing down on them. I decided to lift a finger, but a sharp pain immediately repelled me. The thick smell of antiseptic whipped my nostrils, leading me to let out a sharp sniff. My eyes took i