Chapter Thirty-Eight
***Mila***
I don’t know what to say.
I mean, how do I answer such an important question? What happens if I make the wrong choice? Do we all die? Does Clarice win? How can I, with a clear conscience, not do everything in my power to help, though? What kind of Luna would that make me if I tucked tail and ran and hid in my room?
It really all boils down to the one question I’m avoiding. Because I don’t have an answer for it.
Can I trust Amala?
“Always,” the answer in my head is quick, and seems sincere. I’m not sure if I believe it, though.
“I’ll give you a minute to think, if you need,” West says. “Just breathe. Whatever you decide, I’m with you.”
I nod and give him a tight smile.
“I’ll be just inside,” he tells me softly, talking to me as though I’m fragil
