Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332

I feel like my insides are on fire. Like I can’t see straight.

There is no way in hell I’m going to let her do this.

Aspen’s hand squeezes around mine. I look down into her eyes, she shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, and Hazel makes a good point.

I shake my head, “Can I do it?” I look up at Hazel. Her lips purse to the side, “I just feel since Aspen has a connection to the Goddess, it’ll more likely work for her.” Hazel explains.

I sit up straighter, “But you don’t know that for sure. So, I we could test it on me first.” I tell her.

Aspen shakes her head, “I’ll just do it. We don’t both need to die to make this work.” Aspen rolls her eyes like she could care less, but I know she’s scared. I could feel it in the way her body tensed when the idea was brought up.

I look right into her eyes, “The only way I’ll allow this to happen, is if I’m dead and buried before it does.” I growl at her, and her eyes narrow.

“Allow?” She growls low, and angry.

“Aspen, let him do this. Let him try.” Mia says, walking over and taking the seat beside her and grabbing her hand.

Aspen rolls her eyes, “I don’t need to be saved. I can handle this.”

Mia smirks, “Oh, Honey. Not a soul in the world thinks you need to be saved, but maybe…” Her eyes move to mine. “Maybe this will help save his.” She finishes. (1)

My heart skips a beat, because maybe she’s right. Maybe this will help me redeem myself. I’d do it even if it didn’t, because the thought of seeing Aspen dead makes me want to die just thinking about it, but maybe…

I know my mom didn’t kill them, but I can’t imagine how she feels seeing all of them lying there. I can’t imagine how hard this is for her.

Hazel’s taking on the brunt of the work helping her, which is why I understand her freak out, but my mom is dealing with all the mental problems that come along with having a witch inside your head.

I turn to look at Dallas, “You’ll keep her safe if this goes wrong.” I whisper, and his lips purse. “I don’t think I’m the best option.” He shakes his head.

I put my hand on his shoulder, “Your job surpasses that of most Gamma’s, Dallas. Cut yourself a break.” I tell him, and his head falls.

I know he blames himself for not being able to keep my mom safe, but I also know he does all he can to make sure she’s safe, not only physically, but also trying to make sure she holds on to herself as much as she can.

He turns back towards me, “Have you?” He asks, and my eyebrows scrunch. “Have I what?” I ask him, and he shrugs, “Cut yourself a break.”