The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290

Anya grunted and reached high. I didn’t stop as I passed by the pole, but judging from her gasp and the crowd’s cheers, she’d gotten it.

“There’s another one!” Anya said a moment later, pointing up ahead. I looked up to see another pole off to the side, also bearing one of the other team’s flags.

I pushed harder, my thighs screaming in protest. We were so close. Just a little further.

And then Sophia stepped into my path.

“Well, well.” She crossed her arms with a nasty smile on her face. “Look at the little Omega playing the heroine. How touching.”

I tried to go around her, but she sidestepped to block me. “Get out of my way, Sophia,” I snarled.

“Or what? You’ll run me over with your backpack?” She laughed, ignoring the boos and shouts from the Omega crowd. “This is pathetic, even for you.”

“The flag, Stella,” Anya urged. “It’s right there.”

I nodded, knowing we only had a couple of minutes left before the buzzer went off. “Last chance,” I said to Sophia. “Move.”

“Make me.”

I feinted left, then dodged right. For a moment, I thought I’d gotten past her. But Sophia was faster than I’d given her credit for. She grabbed a handful of loose dirt and flung it directly at my face.

Sand and grit filled my eyes, burning and blinding all at once. I shrieked and stumbled back, my hands instinctively flying up to my face, and nearly dropped Anya in the process.

“Stella!” Anya’s arms tightened around my neck. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t see!” My eyes were watering furiously, tears streaming down my cheeks as my body tried to flush out the debris. Everything was a painful blur.

“That’s cheating!” I heard someone shout from the sidelines.

“Disqualify her!”

But the officials weren’t stopping the game. Maybe they hadn’t seen what happened. Or maybe they just didn’t

care.

“Listen to me.” Anya’s mouth was right next to my ear now. “I’ll be your eyes. Turn forty–five degrees to your right. Now walk straight. That’s it. Keep going.”

I followed her directions blindly, trusting her completely. Each step felt uncertain, and I feared I might trip over something I couldn’t see, but Anya remained calm and clear.

“Good. Now left. Perfect. The flag is ten feet ahead. Nine. Eight.”

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Finally, I felt Anya reach out and grasp the flag. “Got it!” she said, then patted my shoulder. “Now run back to our side! I’ll navigate!”

Somehow, I found a reserve of energy I didn’t know I had. The crowd’s cheering grew louder as we approached our territory. I could just barely make out the colored boundary markers through my watering eyes.

“Almost there! Five more feet! Three! Cross the line NOW!”

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