The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 421

**The Perfect 421**

**Chapter 421**

“It’s private,” I interjected firmly, my voice cutting through the tension in the air. “But I assure you, we won’t take anything we don’t absolutely need.”

The young girl stood before us, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and determination. After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll help you. But first, I want you to contact someone for me—a dead person.” Her gaze flickered to Liam, a glimmer of hope mingling with her sorrow. “Can you do that?”

“Of course,” Liam replied, his tone steady as he met her gaze. “Who do you need to contact?”

The girl’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and I could see the weight of her grief pressing down on her small frame. “My dad,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “He died last winter, and I never got to say goodbye.”

A heavy silence enveloped us as Liam and I exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between us. I fought against the wave of sympathy rising within me; after all, I was a practitioner of dark magic, a realm that often demanded a steely heart. Yet, as I looked at her—so young and fragile—I couldn’t help but empathize. I knew all too well the pain of losing a parent. With a reluctant sigh, I stepped back, allowing Liam to take the lead.

Liam closed his eyes, his expression shifting as if he were reaching out to another realm. A long, agonizing minute ticked by, each second stretching into eternity. I felt a knot form in my stomach, fearing he might not be able to bridge the gap between the living and the dead. But then, as if a light had flickered on in the darkness, he opened his eyes abruptly and pointed toward the corner of the room.

“Is that you, the girl’s father?” he asked, his voice steady yet tinged with reverence. There was a moment of stillness before he turned back to the girl. “He’s here. What do you want to say to him?”

The witch’s tears spilled over, cascading down her cheeks like a river of sorrow. “I… I’m sorry, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t mean to fight with you before you left… Maybe if I hadn’t fought with you, you wouldn’t have left at all and gotten into that car accident.”

I felt my heart clench painfully at her words. The rawness of her grief was almost unbearable. Unable to witness any more of this intimate moment, I turned and quietly exited the room, seeking solace on the bottom step of the staircase. I needed to give them their privacy, to let the girl speak to her father without my presence looming over her.

Ten minutes crawled by, each tick of the clock echoing in my mind. Finally, the door creaked open, and Liam emerged, the girl standing beside him. Although her face was still streaked with tears, a small smile flickered on her lips, a sign of relief perhaps. I jumped to my feet, instinctively backing away, but Liam raised his hand to halt me.

“It’s alright,” he assured me gently. “She’s just a kid.”

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