#Chapter 218: Unable To Say Goodbye

I stared down Jane. That knife of hers was precariously close to me, and with us handcuffed together, I couldn’t exactly make a break for it. At this point, the only thing I could do to defend myself was keep Jane talking. And in the moment, I could only think of one thing to talk about. The photograph that had been used for Elva’s curse still bothered me. Veronica had said that the talisman would have to have significant emotional meaning to the caster of the curse. For Jane to use that photograph meant that she had emotional attachment to it, and further, to Elva. For so long, I had thought her entirely indifferent to her daughter, but the picture of Jane and Elva had meaning for Jane. She couldn’t have been as indifferent as I’d thought. So as that knife came closer to my ribcage, I hastily said, “What about Elva?” Jane stilled her hand. “What about her?” “It would hurt her to lose me,” I said, banking on Jane’s secret affection. Jane’s voice was a low growl. “She’ll get over