“Connor!”
It was Harley.
Connor’s eyes widened in fear and astonishment, but his terror couldn’t compare to the moment he realized Bridget was flying toward Harley instead. He leaped toward Harley in the nick of time. Then he coughed up blood as the length of the athame pierced through his back and over his heart, and he noticed the tip coming out through the front of his chest. He smiled at Harley as his boyfriend stared in horror. He fell to his knees and grasped Harley’s arms.
“Harley, babe, please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see your tears.”
Harley was obviously not listening, though. “No, Connor. Please. No!”
Connor gazed into Harley’s beautiful green eyes one last time before he slumped into his lover’s embrace and saw total darkness.
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