My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

Rewind power, this would be a good time to kick in. I thought, trying to figure out how to get it to work, but nothing happened.

“A life for a life. You brought her he

re, Ms. Monroe. She killed someone, and now, you will kill her.”

“Father!” Taelon hollered. “It was a human life; it is not equal.”

“Humans serve a purpose. What do Lesser bloods serve, expect for provoking the humans and witches against us? I miss the days when we hunted their kind.” Mikhail snickered and nodded to his father. “Your justice is as always perfect, Father.”

I bit my lip hard. Come on, rewind! Damnit.

My fists clenched in anger.

“It seems she does not agree.” President Swan had his eyes on me and his chin up.

“At the very least,” Theseus’s voice was controlled. “She deserves a trial, does she not, Mr. President? I thought this was a republic.”

“All in favor of the execution of Lucy Ming?” President Swan lifted his thumb, and one by one, everyone raised their thumbs as if this were Rome. Hypocritical bastards. Why wouldn’t this work? Why couldn’t this power work?

“A life for a life, Druella.” A silvery voice of a woman—it sounded so clear, light, and pleasant—came to mind. I turned to Lucy as she laid there.

“Theseus, you swore to me she would have your protection—”

“Silence! Hold him!” President Swan demanded, and a group of guards came over to hold Taelon back. “Lucy Ming has been found guilty, carry out your punishment and hers.”

“A life for a life, Druella.”

“Father!”

“A life for a life, Druella.”

On the third time I heard those words, I saw him, the dead human, except he wasn’t laying on the ground with his neck gouged out. He stood like a ghost; I could see right through him, and he was staring at me.

“Please heal me. It’s not too late,” he begged, looking down at himself. “I only agreed to this because of my sister. She’s sick, and money’s tight. It is only us. I can’t leave her. Please let me go back.”

“How?” I asked him, confused.

“Druella?” Theseus put his hand my shoulder.

“She doesn’t even know how to kill?” Mikhail grumbled. “Father, I will—”

“It is her punishment. She must do it. Rip her apart. That is how.” President Swan’s voice boomed.

All of them distracted me from the human.

“You’re magic,” the human said, lifting his hand. “Heal me. Save me. Please.”

I glanced down at my hands, and they twitched with something—I didn’t know, a fire, and I remembered. Simone’s hands had glowed when she was about to heal Theseus. Mine didn’t, but for some reason, I was sure I could do it. I just needed to touch him.

I nodded, turning to President Swan. “Very well.”

“Druella!” Taelon yelled.

“It’s okay, Taelon.” I smiled at him. “Lucy’s going to be okay. I’m not going to hurt my friend.”

“Huh?” Mikhail questioned. “What is she saying, Prince?”

“A life for a life,” I answered for myself, moving from Theseus and walking to the human, I then kneeled beside his head, placing my hand over his neck. “I need you to live, sir, for the sake of my friend and your sister.”