Ally’s POV
"Aiden?"
"You're not going to die." He whispered harshly, his hands tightening around my waist.
I loved him. I was in love with him and for that reason alone, I couldn't lie to him, couldn't rid him of the pain by lying about the reality of the situation and I hated it. I hated that fate had done this to me. Had done this to us.
"We have to consider the possibility that I might not–"
"Allyson. I can't lose anyone else. I can't lose you. We'll try everything and in the worst case, we'll find those witches after you. If they're trying to break the curse, I'll help them. Whatever the cost."
"You can't say that. You don't know what they want. Is breaking the curse the right thing to do if it results in more death?"
His grip on my waist tightened as he looked i
