Helanie:
There was craziness in her voice, and the look on her face told me she had lost her mind. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be holding my daughter like that.
"Please let her go," I requested.
"Let her go? And then what? Let you attack me?" she grimaced, glaring at Norman.
I understood what was wrong with these women. They were so scared of making the wrong choice that they ended up taking the wrong step. It was heartbreaking. I was never going to ask Norman to sacrifice her. I had even promised her. Yet she took this step, putting me in such a tough spot.
"I told you, Jessica, I will never let anyone hurt you," I reminded her. She grimaced at me, raising her finger.
"You stay out of it. I’m not even going to talk to you. This is all happening because of you. How much are you going to take away from everyone, Helanie? How much?" she growled, her eyes full of anger.
Norman turned to me gently, giving me a look with his eyes, letting me know not to intervene, because it seemed like my voice only made her angrier.
"Okay, what about me? Do you not trust me as well?" he asked carefully.
Norman was going to play along with her. The way she held my daughter was terrifying. Her fists were clenched behind my baby’s back, and I knew Norman had noticed it too.
"I would have loved to trust you, but not after I heard how the others sacrificed their mates. I know you and Emmet are in pain, so it’s only a matter of time before you decide that I should be the one who dies, not her," Jessica snapped, her tone harsh as she looked at me.
"No, Jessica, do you not know me? I will never kill an innocent person just to save myself," Norman said, almost offended that she thought he would accept such a thing.
"I don’t know. I can’t trust any of you. Besides, I can’t watch you die," she said softly this time, her eyes beginning to water.
"I’m not gonna die, okay? I told you, we’re finding a way to dodge this curse," Norman said. But as soon as he took one step forward, she stepped back and pointed her finger at him.
"No. I don’t trust you," she shouted. "I know what I want to do. I want you to make a decision right now," she demanded confidently, making Norman and me share a quick glance before turning back to her.
My mother had come out of the house with Lord McQuoid, but they stayed silent. We were afraid any sudden movement would push Jessica into taking a reckless step.
"What choice?" Norman asked. A smirk crept onto the corner of her lips.
"Well, you have to pick. And trust me, I’m not going to ask you to pick between me and Helanie, because I already know who you would pick."
She let out a little laugh, but it was more devastated than amused. I was afraid to ask who she wanted him to choose between, but she didn’t wait. She explained herself.
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