Mathilda
"He's dead, my Luna," Odette tells me with raised eyes.
"No, don't say that!" I yell, roughly jerking James's shoulders to wake him up. But it seems to be futile. His body remains the way it is, not moving. Even getting fucking cold.
Simone has his lips thinned together with his eyes full of sadness as he looks over at James's lifeless body.
"For five months we've known each other and we got along only just once. But I do not wish for you to die, James Vanderbilt." He murmurs, loosening his tie. And my throat gets thick with several emotions.
"Don't say that, he's not dead." I croak out, sobbing uncontrollably because I don't want to accept the truth that James is dead.
"He's dead, my Luna. I do not mean to upset you, but he could not fight the poison anymore so he gave in."
"No! Don't even talk to me, you traitor!" I growl, hating him for talking like this.
