The Devil's Wedding Ring
"You don't kill people with wishes, Cillian," I whispered, my fingers twitching under his touch. "If that were true, half of Hollywood would be a graveyard by now. People die because of bad luck, or bad choices, or..." I trailed off, the image of the fireball in the sky flickering behind my eyes. "Or because the universe is just cruel."
I can't believe I'm the one giving this advice right now. If wishes didn't kill anyone, then does it mean I hadn't... No, I cursed Jaxson. I cursed him to go and never come back to me unless he was dead.