CHAPTER 60- KEEP OFF

DAISY

I knew of pain.

I knew what I felt when Julian had practically ripped my heart out of my chest and used it to play. I also remember the pain from when I was Lucy Hale— when the triplets had killed me and I was on the brink of death. But none of it compared to the pain I was feeling now that I was lying down in the pool of blood while I was trying to push out my children. I could feel everything and with no one to help, it was pain.

My throat was sore from calling out to Daniel to come and help me. It seemed that I had killed him alongside other witches or something had happened. I felt so bad but I didn't even have the energy to. By the time I pushed out the kids, the entire energy in my body was drained and I lay there on the floor, at the mercy of no one while I heard the cries of my children. I felt restless and wished I could sit up and pick them up, but I couldn’t.

Not just because of the exhaustion but because of the curse I placed. I was a half-witch, and my children