“When did I choose him? When I left Desert Moon?” My voice cracked. I don’t know how. this conversation started and I don’t know where the confidence to ask these questions came from but if I don’t ask now, will I ever know?
“No, that was just choosing to come to Half Moon. You weren’t really choosing Shane. Your heart wholly belonged to Ethan then.”
“So when?” I whisper.
“Do you really not know when? Or do you need to hear it from someone else?” She asked.
“You mean…” I trail off and Olivia, the witch, laughs.
“Yes. You broke the curse when you spread your legs for him. It wasn’t instant, it didn’t happen as soon as you did it but when. You continued to sleep with him, you kept giving yourself to him. It would have taken longer but that definitely pushed it along.”
I couldn’t speak.
It broke right before…. you stabbed him in the chest,” Olivia said as she leaned in close. My heart drops to my feet and I fall to my knees.
“Goddess,” I cry.
