Lila I placed my hand on his wound, unsure of what to do next. Matilda had told me that once I took the dagger out, he would be fine but that wasn't what happened. Instead of getting better just as she had said, Miguel went unconscious. I laid him on the rocky soil, still with my hand on his wou
My hands trembled as I kept them wrapped around him, holding him to myself tightly like that would heal him and take all the pain away. If I could share in his pain, I definitely would. I remained in that position until my body went numb. Occasionally, I would check to see if he was still breathin
FLASHBACK Lila "She brought you here, didn't she?" Matilda turned, asking me. I only frowned at her, giving her no response. She definitely knew that my mother brought me here. Why would she ask then? "Seeing that I wasn't going to give her a response, she spoke further, "There's a ritual tha
"Why are you telling me this? If you didn't want anyone disrupting the ritual, then why tell me all of this?" I move toward her. "Maybe I am different from your mother. Your blood is the most important thing needed for the ritual so as you can see, I have no reason not to want you here." She answer
Miguel "What do you mean by that?" Lila asked, coming closer to me and squatting to my level. For some moment before she squatted, I saw her mother in her. They were quite similar in looks. It terrified me that when I looked at the person I loved, I saw the person that was about to destroy all th
Writer's POV Matilda smiled with satisfaction, staring at the progress she had made. Now that the one playing the key role in the ritual was gone, there wasn't much for her to do any longer. She heard the door creak open and she knew it was none other than Abigail. They were the only ones who eve
Lila "I failed everyone." I fell on my knees, staring at nothing in particular. Tears welled up in my eyes when I realized what I had done. When I left, I didn't just hurt Miguel, I didn't just hurt myself or disappoint my father, I had put absolutely everyone in danger, even my mother. I saw th
He leaned closer and whispered into my ears, "And you're still as blindingly beautiful as ever, my true mate." "But no matter how beautiful I would ever be, you would always be much more beautiful." That wasn't supposed to be a joke, it was the absolute truth. I could easily fit into the horrible