Bella lay crumpled on the cold earth, her body unmoving as she remained still. The glow at her wrist had gone off now, leaving only bruised skin and the delicate outline of the crescent mark, where the light of her weak energy had once shone.
Luca stood frozen in place, staring at her as. His chest rose and fell sharply. The blood on his lip no longer stung. The bruises from Killian's blows were forgotten.
None of it mattered.
He had seen her fall.
And now she wasn't waking up.
Now she was dead.
Bella?"
He tried calling, to see if she would wake to the sound of his voice.
He took a step forward, his eyes locked on her still figure lying motionless on the grass. There was something terrifying about her stillness, she wasn't shifting, nor moaning of discomfort, not even a twitch.
Killian's chest rose and fell unevenly as he stood frozen in place, his fists still clenched from the fight.
