LIFE AND DEATH (edythe's pov)

Chapter 26 The choice

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Solar Midnight: Midnight Sun Reimagined (Life and Death, Book I) by beyondthedawn

Books » Twilight Rated: T, English, Supernatural & Romance, Beau S., Edythe C., Words: 224k+, Favs: 59, Follows: 36, Published: Dec 26, 2020 15Chapter 26: THE CHOICE

Through the door.

It shattered around me, flying off the wall in pieces.

The roar that exploded from my core was entirely instinctual. The tracker's head jerked up, and then she dove for the crimson shape on the floor below her. I saw one pale hand stretched out in futile self-defense.

The obstacle of the door had not slowed my momentum. I flew into the tracker mid-lunge, throwing her away from her target, smashing her into the floor with enough force to crater the wooden planks.

I rolled, pulling her over me, and then kicked her to the center of the room. Where Eleanor was waiting.

For the entire quarter of a second that I was grappling with the tracker, I was barely aware of her as a living creature. She was just an object in my way. I knew that at some point in the near future, I would be jealous of Eleanor and Jessamine. I would wish for the chance to claw and slash and sever. But that was all meaningless now. I spun.

As I had known he would be, Beau was crumpled against the wall, framed by splintered mirrors. Everything was red.

All the terror and pain I'd been subduing since I'd first heard Archie's dread in the airport crashed into me in an unstoppable tidal wave.

His eyes were closed. His pale hand had fallen limp beside him. His heartbeat was weak, faltering.

I didn't decide to move, I was just there beside him, kneeling in his blood. Fire burned through my chest and my head, but I couldn't separate out the different kinds of pain. I was afraid to touch him. He was broken in so many places. I could make it worse.

I heard my own voice, rambling the same words over and over again. His name. No. Please. Again and again like a record skipping. But I wasn't in control of the sound.

I heard myself screaming Carine's name, but she was already there, kneeling in the blood on his other side.

The words pouring from my mouth weren't words anymore, just mangled, heaving sounds. Sobs.

Carine's hands traced from his scalp to his ankle and then back again so quickly, they blurred. She pressed both hands to his head, seeking ruptures. She pushed two fingers tight against a spot three inches behind his right ear. I couldn't see what she was doing; his hair was saturated with crimson.

His chest had stopped moving. He wasn't breathing.

Immediately, my mouth was on his. As I blew the air in, his lungs pushed back.

A weak cry broke through his lips. His face spasmed with pain.

"Keep breathing, Beau." I begged.

Another lungful of air.

Carine was assessing his condition internally. He's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep. Watch out for his leg, it's broken.

A howl of pure rage ripped through the room, and for a second I thought Eleanor and Jessamine were in trouble. I touched their minds-they were already gathering up the broken pieces-and realized that the sound had come from me.