MILA
There was something Felix was not telling me. I could sense it deep in my soul, that despite everything, there was still some sort of secret my husband was refusing to let me in on. When he looked at me now, there was a deep sense of haunting in his eyes, like he was looking at a ghost.
I knew better than to press him about it. I had a feeling that whatever he was hiding from me had to do with his curse. The dark magic was making him feel weak and vulnerable, and if there was one thing Felix hated more than anything, it was feeling weak and vulnerable.
My late-night conversation in the kitchens with Esmeralda kept me up at night. The good news was that my sleep was no longer torn apart by my strange visions, but the bad news was that I wasn’t sleeping at all.
What the
