#Chapter 201: Broken

Ella’s POV I scrambled to my feet, clutching the empty metal box to my chest. It was empty. Someone had stolen the artifacts while we were sleeping. And I had a feeling who it might have been. “Margaret,” I said, whirling toward Lilith. Alexander was helping her to her feet, her frame swaying from the lingering effects of whatever had been done to us to make us sleep. “She must have followed us here. She must have known we would lead her to the artifacts.” The implications swept over the three of us like a cold wave of rolling thunder, devastating everything in its wake. The artifacts were gone—and I had just told Alexander everything about the curse. Tears instantly filled my eyes, blurring my vision, as images of Alexander laying in a hospital bed just like Liam flickered through my mind. Would his fate be the same as my friend’s, I wondered? Or would it be more brutal? More swift? A drunk driver, perhaps? A sudden heart attack, the kind that