A marriage to save or destroy
I finished for him, my voice barely a whisper.
He gave a small nod.
“There might be another way,” I said quickly, hope pushing at the edges of my fear. “Do you—do you have a library? I could search the old books. We might find something nobody thought to try.”
“The elders have lived for hundreds of years,” he said. “If they haven’t found another solution, what are you going to find in books?”
“We don’t know for sure,” I insisted. “Books remember things people forget. Old remedies, old rituals—maybe someone wrote about breaking the curse.”