Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337

I sit beside her bed, my hand squeezing hers, even though there’s no squeeze back.

I have to keep reminding myself that this is for the best. The only way to keep everyone Amy loves safe.

There would be no coming back for her if one of her friends died from her hands, even if it wasn’t her mind doing the killing.

The emotions running through me are unbearable. The fact that Heather can’t celebrate this moment with her mother. The fact that none of us can be as happy for her as we want to be… But, we have a plan.

We finally have something, even if we’re not sure.

Hazel’s getting the doll from wherever she hid it now, and she’s going to test it, see if what they belleve is the case, really is.

I squeeze her hand tighter, hoping she feels the small amount of hope I have for this. Wanting nothing more than to tell her that we have a plan, but too afraid that the witch will hear me.

I have no desire to make this worse for her. Just the thought of what the witch may be doing to her in there makes me want to vomit.

“I’m so sorry, Angel.” I whisper to her, leaning my head on her stomach.

Walker was right though; this was the only way.

We were discussing it, when we discovered her missing and went out searching for her. Though we knew where she was headed. She had tried to kill Hazel before.

And once we got there, Walker took matters into his own hands. We couldn’t trap her, we couldn’t keep the witch from taking over Amy’s body. We had to…

“Liam, you can’t and you know that.” Walker whispers, his grip on my hand tight.

I shake my head, “She’s suffering, Walker. Something’s happening.” My teeth grind. He sighs helplessly, then rips my hand further away.

I glare at him, but his head just shakes. “She was suffering anyway. You think the witch has just left her unscathed in there. Until we figure out a way to get the witch out, she’ll be suffering.” He whispers calmly.

My eyes close, and I hear him take a deep breath. “They destroyed it… The doll. Hazel figured it out, and if Amy moving around in a coma tells us anything, it tells us it effected the witch… This is good news.” Walker whispers.

I take a deep breath, my eyes opening up onto Amy’s face, and I reach down to grab her hand. “But at what cost?” My head swings to Walker and pity fills his eyes. “You know we’ll do everything we can to save her.” He tells me.

I swallow roughly, “Yes, her life…” I look back down at Amy, then over at Walker again, “What about her soul?”