The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 364

**Title: The Perfect 364**

**Ella’s POV**

The quest to find the witch had morphed into a daunting challenge that overshadowed my every thought. With Liam lying unconscious in that sterile hospital bed, time felt like an enemy, slipping through my fingers like sand. My heart ached with the weight of helplessness, and desperation clawed at my insides, compelling me to scour every corner of Liam’s apartment in search of a clue, a whisper of hope that might lead me to Julie. After what seemed like an eternity of rummaging through memories and forgotten items, my eyes landed on a solitary phone number hastily scrawled on a post-it note, affixed to the refrigerator. It felt like a lighthouse guiding me through a stormy sea of despair.

My fingers trembled as I dialed the number, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. When Julie’s voice broke through the line, it was a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “I’ve actually been meaning to speak to you,” she said, urgency lacing her words. “About the ritual you witnessed. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

As the clock struck midnight, the witching hour enveloped the estate in an eerie silence, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me. Julie arrived, her presence a stark contrast to the stillness of the night. The house, cloaked in shadows, felt like the perfect backdrop for her entrance, as if the very walls were holding their breath in expectation.

I couldn’t help but notice her attire—a simple blue cardigan that hung gracefully over her figure, paired with jeans that spoke of comfort and familiarity. A leather satchel swung at her side, hinting at secrets and tools that could alter our fate.

“Let me see him,” she declared, her voice firm and unwavering, barely pausing to acknowledge me as I opened the door. I admired her directness; it cut through the tension like a knife, making the situation feel slightly less overwhelming.

I guided Julie to Alexander’s office, where he sat ensconced in one of the plush armchairs, his gaze absorbed by the flickering flames of the fireplace. The warmth of the room did little to dispel the heavy atmosphere that hung over us. As we entered, he lifted his eyes, wariness etched across his features as he regarded the witch with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity.

“I hear you’ve been affected by the curse,” Julie stated, her calm demeanor belying the gravity of her words.

Alexander rose slowly, the weariness of his condition evident in his movements. He appeared outwardly healthy, yet the pallor of his skin and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed the toll the curse had taken. The cough that had plagued him had diminished, thanks to herbal remedies, but the burden of the curse still loomed large.

“This is Julie,” I interjected, closing the door behind me and gesturing toward her. “She’s the one who informed me about the artifacts. She has extensive knowledge about the curse.”

Julie acknowledged my introduction with a nod, and I noticed a subtle shift in Alexander’s posture, a slight relaxation as if a sliver of hope had pierced through his skepticism. While both of us had harbored doubts about witches, the reality of our predicament had rendered such skepticism futile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alexander said, gesturing toward the chair beside him. “Would you care to sit?”

“I’d prefer to examine you first,” she replied, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan with a determined gleam in her eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat…”

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