Hundred-Thirty: Till Death Do Us Part.

ELIANA.

The full moon rose that night.

At about 3 AM, it had hit its apex. The winds coursed through my hair as I gripped my Grandma’s hands. I could still hear her, even with my eyes closed. Her incantations, her magic.

For that moment though, I was taken by the night, bathed in ghostly light. The shadows of Denver and my father, and Ivan, all waiting for things to go south so that they stepped in. I had assured them I had the spell under control but of course they wouldn’t believe me.

This was the most powerful type of magic there was, one that I had never done before. One that had never been successful before. But I stood there, beneath the silvery moonlight, clinching onto hope and the enchantment that flowed from my Nana’s lips.

I could do it, I reassured myself. I could be something. I could be different and that was the one thing that kept echoing in my head.

The fact that I could actually be happy, happy with Denver and my two kids. No one after us, just peace. Don’t we all de