Beautiful Creatures: 20 Years Later

Chapter 29: The Book of Moons

Harley POV

After the call from the Duchannes girl, I knew it was time I did it.

I had kept the secret long enough. I was trying to be someone I wasn't.

I knew I wasn't supposed to have it. I knew I could possibly get in huge trouble.

I couldn't fix the mistake I made. But maybe I could help Lila Jane, keep others from making the same mistake.

I left my house and walked around back. I went to the wall, pushing a button.

Inside was the thing that had brought me so much pain.

The Book of Moons.

I shuddered remembering what had happened three years ago.

I had been sixteen and Thomas had been eighteen. And, like Amber and Liam, we had been... close. But I had betrayed him. And now Amber was dead.

I had used the book because Amber had gotten this disease that only affected Casters called morbus.  She was dying from it, and had only days to live.

I had searched for the Book of Moons tirelessly. When I found it, I knew that the book would take something from me.

I didn't expect it to take my boyfriend. After reciting the spell, Amber was okay. I thought I would die, but I wasn't the life the book took.

It was Thomas's.

When young Liam saw Amber alive and well and Thomas dead, he blamed Amber thinking she had reversed something.

So, in the middle if the night, he snuck into our house and stabbed her to death.

It was my fault. Because I was blinded by my sister's illness, I killed my boyfriend, who was nothing but a gentleman, took away a young boy's brother and, in a way, his innocence and naive nature, and, after all that, Amber died anyway.

I always was different: although my eyed were yellow, I wasn't Dark. Not really. I had my moments, but I really wasn't Dark.

I think the whole 'Dark and Light' thing is stupid, anyway. It's just a label. But it was an unfortunately fitting stereotype.

Either way, it was time for me to do what was right.

I wasn't confused anymore.

I was ready.

I would give Lila Jane Duchannes the Book of Moons.

The sooner it was out of my hands, the better.