Awry

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            To my husband, Brett, who encourages me to fly. You are my heart, my soul, my Hunter.

            Tristan watched the brilliant blue light fade from Scarlet’s eyes.

            “Scar!” he cried.

            No, no, no!

            He shifted her gently, drawing her closer to his body. Suffocating in fear, he cupped the side of her face with a shaky hand. “Scar…?” His vision went blurry. “Come back to me, Scar. Come on.” He blinked tears away. “Please….”

            Scarlet’s body went limp in his arms and cold panic froze his lungs. He felt inside himself, trying to find Scarlet’s heartbeat amidst the pain and tightness in his chest.

            He searched…and searched….

            He blinked away more tears and searched some more….

            At last, he found it.

            Broken and faint, Scarlet’s fragile heart beat out a tiny rhythm. She was still alive.

            He heard someone call her name in the distance, but the only sound Tristan cared about was the absence of breath from Scarlet’s mouth.

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