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His eyes lit up as if finding a treasure. "Luna." he cried.
"Thank God." He lunged and hugged me like a man desperate to fuse me into himself.
"Thank God you're alive. I was wrong. I'm sorry." He murmured apologies into the hollow of my neck.
I tried to push him off but stopped when warm liquid soaked into my collar.
He trembled and said, "I thought I was going to lose you."
No one else — Mark came in and punched Jason in the chest, pulling me behind him.
The floral scent around Mark was soothing.
Jason glared at Mark like he might strike. I called him "Mark" — "Please go downstairs."
Jason's face stiffened for a second and then eased. Mark said softly: "If Evelyn could see her Little Luna like this, suffering so much, she would regret leaving."
Tears filled my eyes. The room emptied until only Jason and I remained.
I looked at him and said, flat: "I want to call off the engagement."
