Andrew’s POV
“He is dead,” Logan mumbled. “That part of me is dead. It is long gone. How is that possible?”
“Sienna is dead as well,” Anna said.
I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath. My whole body hurt like someone beat the shit out of me. I felt sick. I was scared. I was in both emotional and physical pain.
Would Emma really have to fight me? Would she have to see Andrew who hurt her? Would he talk to her? Would he say something hurtful to her? How would she react? Would she believe him? Would she believe his lies?
I hated that Andrew. I hated him with every fiber of my being. He hurt my sister. He hurt the only family I had at that moment.
Well, he didn’t hurt her. I did. But I liked to think that I wasn’t the same man as before. I liked to think that I destroyed that part of me. I liked to think that I made up for the mistake I made. I liked to think that Emma forgave me.
What if she woke up and hated me? What if seeing him reminded her of all the shit I did to her? What if she didn’t want me anymore?
I felt my throat close up. I felt tears burning the corners of my eyes. I felt my lungs clench, pushing the remaining air out. I felt my heart fall to the bottom of my chest. I felt my stomach turn.
What the fuck would I do if she woke up and hated me?
Daisy wrapped her arm around my waist and placed a small kiss on my upper arm.
Stop, Andrew. She mind-linked me. I can feel your emotions and I can guess what you are thinking. Stop it. She loves you, Andrew. She loves you so much and nothing will change that.
I looked at Daisy and she gave me a small smile. All the pain in my body lessened a bit.
I love you. I mind-linked her. I don’t know what I would do without you.
Her smile widened.
You will never know the answer to that question because I never plan on leaving you alone. She said and my heart skipped a beat.
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. I breathed her scent deeply and let it calm me down a little.
When I opened my eyes I saw Logan cupping Emma’s cheeks and telling her something quietly.
“It is just a theory, Dad,” Alex said, his voice laced with fear and anger. “It doesn’t have to be true.”
Logan looked at Alex and took a deep breath. He gave him a small nod and looked at Anna.
“How did you even come up with that theory?” he asked.
“I went back to the original books about the curse,” Anna started explaining. “I read that one of the reasons the witches chose that girl to be the first True Luna was also a rumor that was going on.”
“What rumor?” Logan asked.
“That her fated mate was going to reject her,” Anna said and Logan tightened his jaw. “The witches thought that her fated mate would be even more jealous of her cursed mate if he rejected her and later saw that she had another mate who would accept her. They thought it would create even more friction between the two Alphas.”
Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He kissed Emma’s forehead and buried his nose into her hair.
“It’s all my fault,” he mumbled. “If I didn’t make that stupid mistake, she would be awake now. She would be with me. There wouldn’t be darkness. There wouldn’t be anything but us and our happiness.”
He opened his eyes and looked at Emma.
“I am sorry, Emma,” he cried out. “I am so sorry, my love.”
My heart tugged painfully. Sophie sobbed and I instinctively pulled her into my arms. She hugged me tightly and I kissed the top of her head. She calmed me down a lot. She was a part of my Emma and it felt like I was holding my sister in my arms.
“She would still be cursed, Logan,” Anna said softly. “She would still have darkness inside and she would still have to fight it.”
Logan shook his head and hugged Emma tightly. I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat. I wished that I could hug her. I wished that I could tell her how fucking sorry I was.
“But she wouldn’t have to fight me,” Logan said. “She wouldn’t have to go through that again. She wouldn’t have to see that fucked up version of me. She wouldn’t have to listen to him and his idiotic excuses.”
Logan stopped to let out a broken sob. He started kissing Emma’s cheeks, forehead, and lips repeatedly.
“I am sorry, love,” he cried out. “I am so sorry.”
I’d never seen Logan so hurt and it made my heart break. I had known him since we were kids. I’d been through so much with him, but I never saw him sob like that. Not even when Emma was taken. As terrified as he was then, he knew that we would find her. He knew that we would help her. He was able to take action. We were able to take action. We were able to find the fuckers and kill them. He wasn’t helpless then, but he was helpless now.
We all were.
Emma was alone in that fucked up place. She had to face them alone and we couldn’t help her. None of us could do shit about it.
I tightened my arms around Sophie and kissed the top of her head again.
“Dad…,” Alex spoke, but Logan’s loud gasp interrupted him.
“Emma!” Logan screamed and I looked up.
My eyes widened when I saw Emma’s half-open eyes.
“Emma!”
“Mom!”
All of us screamed at the same time.
She tried to look at us, but Logan turned her head toward him.
“Emma,” he cried out. “I am here, baby. Please say something. Talk to me.”
Emma shut her eyes tightly and furrowed her eyebrows.
My heart jumped to my throat. No! She couldn’t go back to sleep!
“No, no, no, no!” I exclaimed, slamming my hand against the glass. “Wake up, Emma!”
My heart was going to jump out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was stare at her and beg the Goddess to keep her awake.
She couldn’t go back there. She had to stay awake. She had to stay with us.
