The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 415

**TITLE: The Perfect 415**

As I descended the staircase, an unsettling sensation crept over me, a chilling awareness that something sinister was trailing just behind. It felt as though a cold, damp breath was ghosting over the nape of my neck, a shiver that hinted at a presence lurking in the shadows.

But I had to remind myself: it wasn’t real. It was merely a trick of my mind, a manifestation of my deepest fears.

“You can keep trying to convince yourself of her loyalty if it helps you sleep at night, but we both know the truth,” the voice insisted, dripping with disdain. “And we know how to end it all—there is peace in death, you know. It’s not so bad here, on the other side of the veil. It… strips away the unimportant things.”

“No,” I replied firmly, shaking my head as if to physically reject the notion. “There’s no such thing as the ‘veil.’ Only darkness awaits us after death. Whatever is happening between me and Liam, it’s not real. I refuse to take my own life or harm anyone else.”

The entity let out a derisive snort, its amusement palpable. It felt like a twisted game to it, a cruel sport.

“Fight it all you want,” it taunted, its voice smooth and mocking. In that moment, the sound of a car door slamming outside broke through the oppressive atmosphere, followed by the sound of laughter that carried through the air like a taunt. The entity gestured toward the window with a shadowy hand, beckoning me to look. “But in the end, you won’t be able to resist.”

Curiosity piqued, I drew back the curtains just enough to catch a glimpse of the scene outside. There stood Ella and Liam, vibrant and full of life, their laughter echoing like a siren’s call. Liam enveloped Ella in a warm embrace, and she leaned into him, her body relaxing against his as if she had found refuge. I could see her taking a deep breath, savoring the moment, and it ignited a fire within me.

“She gave up your mate bond to save him,” the entity hissed, its voice laced with venom. “She knew exactly what she was sacrificing, and she did it anyway. If she truly loved you, would she commit such a betrayal?”

As those words sank in, a familiar rage surged through me, alive and seething. It clawed at my insides, branding me with its fury and despair.

My bond. My mate bond.

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