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"How are you, Jessica?" Darcy asked her.
She had just met up with Charlotte, helping her with the ritual, and now she was visiting Jessica again.
"Just breathing. Barely breathing," Jessica said, smiling weakly.
Jessica was trying her best to remodel her life, to find some courage, to find some strength to rebuild her life. But every time she took two steps, she would fall down again.
"I know what you’re dealing with. But what if I tell you that you killing your brother has done you more good than anything bad?" Darcy said.
Jessica frowned.
"What do you mean by it has done me good? I did not kill him for myself," she hissed almost instantly.
Darcy realized that she needed to be careful with this one.
"I’m sorry to say this, but Jessica, your brother single-handedly ruined everything for you. So you mourning for him is just you making everybody realize that you regret killing a criminal."
Darcy used certain words that made Jessica lower her head and feel even more remorseful. She had killed her brother just to save Helanie, and now she was being questioned for it?
"Jessica, I need to tell you something. My seer told me about a ritual. If you sacrifice someone you love, then with a witch’s help, a mother’s blessing, and blood from the same hand that did the killing, you’ll be bound to the man you love. You will feel the mate bond with him," the minute Darcy said that, Jessica raised her head and tilted her face. She was slightly confused, but she knew what Darcy was suggesting.
"You want me to kill someone?" Jessica asked.
She already knew where Darcy was going. Darcy had a seer by her side who was a witch. Darcy had a son that Jessica wanted, and Darcy’s approval was already there.
"You don’t have to. You already did. All you need to do is give me your hand and your blood," Darcy said.
Jessica made a fist and hugged herself. She wanted her to use her blood to fool Norman? She almost hissed at the audacity of a mother trying to deceive her son.
"Darcy—" Jessica hissed at her.
"Jessica, you are being emotional."
That was when Darcy snapped. She had enough of trying to be nice to Jessica. She thought Jessica could change the game, but Jessica was being a fool, an emotional one at best.
"Do you want my son to die?" she hissed at Jessica, whose face began to lose color.
"In order for the curse to break, my son will end up killing Helanie, and it is inevitable. Once that happens, he will grow weak. He will need a fated mate with him to stay powerful, even if he loses one." As Darcy explained things, Jessica began to grow wary.
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