The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 441

**The Perfect 441**

**Chapter 441**

**Ella’s POV**

Margaret.

The moment her voice intertwined with Anya’s, an unsettling chill crept up my spine, as if a serpent had coiled itself within the comforting embrace of my friend’s words. It was unmistakable—Margaret had been lurking in the shadows all along, a predator biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike with her venomous hatred.

Anya’s body—no, it was Margaret wearing Anya like a second skin—rose with a fluid grace that sent shivers through the air. Each movement was deliberate, almost balletic, as her unnaturally white eyes scanned our group, but they lingered on me with a predatory hunger that made my heart race.

“Well, well, well,” Margaret’s voice, dripping with mockery, emerged from Anya’s lips. “Look at you all. So desperate. So utterly pathetic. Did you really think a mere crystal would be your salvation?”

“Get out of her,” Alexander growled, his voice low and filled with fury as he shot to his feet, a protective fire igniting in his eyes. “Release Anya this instant.”

Margaret’s laughter echoed around us, a sound so wrong and twisted coming from Anya’s throat that it sent a shudder through my bones. “Or what? You think you can defy me? You know the truth, Alexander. Your son is still mending, isn’t he?”

In that moment, I saw the color drain from Alexander’s face, a ghostly pallor that spoke volumes of his fear.

I stood, fists clenched tightly at my sides, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you want, Margaret?” My voice was steady, but inside, a storm raged.

Her blank, eerie eyes locked onto mine once more. “What do I want?” Margaret tilted Anya’s head slightly, a mockery of curiosity. “I want what you took from me, Ella. My life. My power. My future.”

“You were going to kill me,” I shot back, my voice trembling with the weight of my words. “You were going to kill dozens, hundreds—maybe even thousands.”

“You’re absolutely correct,” she replied, a twisted smile spreading across her face. “I was. And under normal circumstances, I would be executing my plan as we speak. But thanks to your meddling, here I stand—forced to use your pitiful friend as my vessel.” She glanced down at Anya’s hands, her expression dripping with disdain. “She’s the most innocent of you all, making her the easiest to control. But weak—so dreadfully weak, inside and out. Pathetic.”

“Don’t you dare speak about Anya like that,” I spat, my voice low and fierce. “And don’t you dare lay a finger on her.”

“Relax,” Margaret replied, her tone deceptively soothing. “I have no intention of harming this girl—yet. She’s merely at the bottom of my list.”

“What?” I whispered, the word escaping my lips like a breath of disbelief.

Margaret cocked her head to the side, a predator toying with its prey. “I have a proposition for you, Ella. A deal, if you will.”

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