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.”

“And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with dread.

Margaret’s smile widened, a predator savoring its victory. “Then I will kill them. One by one. Slowly. Painfully. And you will be forced to watch every agonizing moment. You will witness the price of your selfishness. In the end, you’ll wish for your own demise.”

“You’re lying,” I retorted, though a flicker of doubt crept in.

Margaret shrugged Anya’s shoulders nonchalantly. “I’ve already set my sights on your son once. I nearly succeeded, you know. And your mother is still so weakened from Alexander’s previous attack. It would be child’s play to finish what he started. And as for Alexander himself—well, he’s already teetering on the brink of madness thanks to my influence. How long do you think it will be before I push him completely over the edge?”

“Ella, don’t listen to her,” Alexander said urgently, his voice a desperate plea. “We’ll find another way—”

But before he could finish, Margaret snapped her fingers with a casual flick. Alexander gasped, his body collapsing to the ground as if he had been struck by an unseen force. “Alexander!” I cried out, but he seemed lost in a world of torment, shaking his head violently, his fingers tangled in his hair as he muttered incoherently.

“You… You and Liam… Liars… Cheaters…”

My heart raced as Margaret raised Anya’s hand again, snapping her fingers once more. With a sharp intake of breath, Alexander pitched forward onto his hands, gasping for air. The fog in his eyes began to clear, but how long would that clarity last?