*Canaan*
The feel of Bexley’s soft skin beneath my fingers has me wanting to forget about the rest of the world. I would love to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and r****h her the way I’ve been dreaming of doing since the day we met.
But I have another important task for her. I’m begging the Moon Goddess that she’ll be able to break the final portion of the curse and free my parents.
“I don’t understand,” Bexley says. “I thought your parents passed away the night the witch showed up?”
I know that Anna has told her the story of what happened that night. I asked her to do so as she walked with her to where we now stand. While it’s true I probably should’ve done it myself, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. It’s simply too painful for me to remember all the details. And Anna is an e
