Moon Goddess, I Choose a New Fate
“You’re… you’re alive? Where is the blood? Where is Damien?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Elara asked, her bright eyes wide with deep concern as she gently pried my fingers off her wrists. “You’re having a massive panic attack. Damien is at his own estate, probably getting ready. You’re completely safe.”
“Safe…” I breathed, my head spinning as I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand.
Thursday, 9:00 AM.
My breath hitched. The date. It was three days before the wedding. The Moon Goddess hadn't just heard my dying prayer; she had granted it. I was back. Before the integration, before the betrayal, before the execution.