My Diamond Hearted Luna (completed)

chapter forty-eight-"Truth finally revealed"

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Jace's pov

(READ THE END OF PREVIOUS CHAP AGAIN, I ADDED AN IMPORTANT THING)

It has been two days since that bastard Ferol, whipped his love.

Two days since she fell unconscious both from exhaustion, but also from the pain.

Charon, her brother, stood at her door, not allowing anyone to enter, saying that she didn't need cowards that stayed silent as she was whipped, to be at her side.

Jace didn't lash out at him then.

It was true.

He was right.

It was his fault that she was hurt.

AGAIN.

But he had to see her.

Had to touch her.

So he entered from the balcony.

He froze as soon as he saw her.

She was lying there, on her stomach, all wrapped up in bloody gauze.

The sight was horrible.

He kneeled infront of her face and shakily, put a hand on her cold cheek.

He quickly adjusted the blanket on her, to warm her up.

He just stayed there with one of his hands holding hers and his forehead lightly set on her cheek.

He cried then, breaking the promise he made himself a very long time ago, to never cry again.

He must've fallen asleep, cause he was woken up by Reia, shaking his shoulder.

She told him to leave quickly because Charon was coming.

Jace was not afraid from the man but whenever he saw the look he gave him, Jace felt such shame and guilt, so he tried to avoid him.

It was 10 pm, so they were to go hunting.

Jace got ready and after putting his knives and gun in his jacket, went to the garage to meet with the others.

Tommy, Mark and Dante, got in the car with him.

Half an hour later, they were engaged in battle.

There was something weird though.

There were way more vampires than usual.

Jace had no time to even pause a second.

He slashed, cut, broke, shot, you name it.

Two vampires came at him at once.

He ducked and slashed it's stomach deeply, rending him dead and quickly without turning around to meet the one behind him, moved his hand backwards, imbedding the knife in the fucker's throat then cutting it off.

This went on for hours.

He was fighting two more vampires, when a third one must've sneaked out behind him, but before it could stab him, Jace was covered in blood.

Dante had shot the fucker in the head and the other in the throat.

Jace nodded his thanks and engaged back in battle.