Aimee's POV
I stared into Aimee's eyes, feeling the weight of her words settle into my chest. The warmth of her hand pressed against mine, grounding me in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. Everything was a whirlwind around us — the curse, Emily's dark magic, the uncertainty of what lay ahead. But here, in this moment, Aimee's presence was the one thing that felt real.
She believed in me. Even when I could barely recognize the man I had become, she still saw something worth fighting for. It was enough to keep me from slipping further into the darkness.
"We'll figure this out. We'll find the source of the curse, and we'll break it. Emily won't win," she had said, her voice steady with a conviction I hadn't been able to muster for myself.
