The sickened luna’s last chance

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Chapter 237

Ella

I waited.

And waited.

And… waited.

One by one, the other women in the room were called for their interviews. Slowly, the room began to drain, leaving me behind. Even Sophia got called before I did, strutting out of the room with her head held high and a triumphant smile on her face.

Meanwhile, I was left to rot.

I waited for so long that the exhaustion of the past few days finally began to catch up with me. Sitting on the plush sofa that I had once spent afternoons reading letsurely on made me realize how uncomfortable the cellar room was, and the crackling fire in the fireplace began to lull me to sleep.

Soon, I was beginning to nod off right there on the couch.

I fell into dreams of blood and death.

from between my legs, washing my baby away in a red tide. I reached for him, trying to save him, but it was too late. He was drowning, being pulled beneath the bloody ocean

the thickening blood, so thick it was almost like

away.

from my

Away from Lucien.

And into the abyss.

and burgundy hair. A face that was my own but

the mirror–rather, one that was laying in a casket with her hands folded over her chest. Everything about it was

I touched it. Only thin wisps remained beneath. I wiped at my skin, peeling away

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Pale. Pallid. Green.

Rotting already.

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my skin. I felt it at first rather than saw it, but

a milky blue eyeball rolling off into the bloody mud around me. I opened my mouth to scream,

already. The mud was burying me alive, six feet deep, too deep for anyone to hear

cries.

there were no hands. Only the hard interior of a coffin, the wood splintering and cracking to let the earth and the bugs in, the cool, musky dampness becoming the perfect

echoes of a baby crying beyond the flames. Behind my eyelids,