***Maria's POV***
I gave the hybrid his knife back.
Right between the eyes.
I felt a slight twinge somewhere deep in my chest, but I'm good at ignoring it by now.
I honestly hate taking life. I really do. Even the worst people I have a bit of trouble with.
Even after everything they've done to me, it's hard to kill them.
Because the moon goddess cursed me with a conscience, d@mnit.
I don't know why. Not many other pure bloods seem to have one.
But I do.
So whenever it appears necessary to take someone's life, I'm always confronted with. . .
Who do you think you are? You're not the goddess. Why do you decide who deserves to live or die? EVERYONE deserves a second chance.
From my heart and. . .
I can decide because life's not about 'deserve'. It's about who's strong enough to take what they want. To do what they need to survive.