The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 251

But I knew the truth. This wasn’t just something that happened. This was because of me. Because I’d told him who I really was.

“Actually,” I said, moving closer to the bed, “there is something I need to tell you. Something about what I said to you that day.”

The farmer tilted his head. “What about it?”

I took a deep breath. “When I told you I was Luna Ella of Ashclaw, I was telling the truth. I know it doesn’t make sense, and I know you don’t believe me, but I really am-” I shut my eyes briefly before correcting myself. “Was her. I died giving birth and was reborn in a different body.”

The farmer stared at me for a long moment. Then he chuckled again. “Is that so?”

“I know how it sounds,” I said quickly. “But there’s a curse on my family. Anyone who dies gets one chance to come back, but if we tell people from our old life who we really are, they get hurt. Or worse.”

“And you think telling me made me sick?”

I nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “I think I killed you.‘

“Well,” he said, reaching out to pat my hand, “if that’s true, then I suppose I should thank you.”

I looked up at him in surprise. “Thank you?”

“My wife died two years ago,” he said. “Cancer. I’ve been pretty lonely since then. If your curse is what’s sendin‘ me to meet her in the Moon Goddess’s domain, then I’d say it’s doin‘ me a favor.”

Tears stung my eyes. “You don’t understand. You’re dying because of me. Because I was selfish and stupid and didn’t consider the consequences.”

“Ah, I lived a good long life,” the farmer said. “Raised three kids, ran this farm for fifty years, loved a woman who loved me back. That’s more’n most people get. Even if what you’re saying is true, I wouldn’t blame you for it. You were scared and confused, and you needed help. I was glad to give it.”

His kindness only made the guilt worse. This man was dying because of me, and he was trying to comfort me

about it.

“I should go,” I said, standing up. “Your family is worried about you.”

“Take care of yourself, Stella,” the farmer said. “Or Ella. Whoever you are.”

I squeezed his hand one more time, then left the room. Mary and her brother were waiting in the living room, and they walked me to the door without saying much.

By the time I reached the manor later, dawn was only a few hours away. The house was dark except for a few scattered lights, and I slipped in through the back door as quietly as I could.

I was making my way toward the servants‘ quarters when I heard Alexander’s voice coming from his office. The door was cracked open, spilling light out into the hallway. Curious as to why I wasn’t the only one still up at this

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hour, I crept closer and peered through the crack.

Alexander was inside. He was standing in the middle of the room, swaying slightly with a glass of what looked like bourbon in his hand. His tie was loose and his hair was messed up.

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