The old, splintered wood is digging into my neck and wrists every time I move, so I have to stay as still as possible. My body is getting achy and weak, and I can feel Angelo’s energy fading away. After all, I didn’t consume his whole soul, so it won’t be long before my legs turn back into a tail. At least the others will have a little more time. I just hope they’re able to escape this mess unscathed.
So all I can do is sit completely still for hours and hours, completely alone and unable to move. My mind wanders aimlessly, and I start to think about what got me in this predicament. About the past few days. The last few years… and my miserably unlucky life.
Then I start to wonder, would I go back if I could? Knowing what I know now, would I have just let Lucas jump from that cliff and di
