Chapter 44. The Eyepatch

Luna Asterbelle's POV

I continuously gasped for air at the same time that I lost full control over my fragile body. A stinging sensation swarmed through the deepest parts of my muscles, crawling its way up to my brain. I kept my eyes closed, and the only image that I could come up with was Jerome's face.

My bones cracked the same way they did before, and I knew that there were already holes forming on my back where my wings would grow out. There wasn't anything new. I've managed to endure this much before, so I'm sure that there won't be any problems.

Or so I thought.

"Argh... F*ck!" I couldn't help myself from groaning when my hands strangled myself, as if I were being possessed by someone else.

The thought of relying on someone to save me didn't even cross my mind. I can barely reach my pocket to take the gun that my father entrusted me with, knowing that it can calm down my system even for a little bit.

I pressed my back against the ground and