*Canaan*

The feel of Bexley’s soft skin beneath my fingers has me wanting to forget about the rest of the world. I would love to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and ravish her the way I’ve been dreaming of doing since the day we met.

But I have another important task for her. I’m begging the Moon Goddess that she’ll be able to break the final portion of the curse and free my parents.

“I don’t understand,” Bexley says. “I thought your parents passed away the night the witch showed up?”

I know that Anna has told her the story of what happened that night. I...