Chapter 50)Seeing Red

***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.