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The world slows as she stares at her own hand, as she realizes.
Her wide, horrified gaze snaps back to me, and for the first time in my life, I’m genuinely afraid.
Her growl is low and lethal as she shoves the door open and disappears inside.
I want to follow.
I want to drop to my knees and beg Abbie to forgive me.
But Kyson steps forward, his voice calm, quiet—deadly. “What did you do?”
My body is too heavy, my breath uneven. “I tried to change her,” I whisper, my knees buckling as I drop to the floor, fisting my hair.
Clarice gasps behind me, her hand flying to her mouth. “Gannon!” she breathed, horror lacing her voice.
“There is no way Abbie would have been ready for that after everything she has been through!” she scolds, her voice shaking.
I knew.
Fuck, I knew.
But I had panicked.
She had tried to kill herself. I had to save her.
I clench my fists, shaking my head. “She wouldn’t stop fighting me.”
Kyson’s growl rumbles through the hall, his voice sharp as a blade. “Because you tried to fucking kill her!”
“No,” I choked out. “She was trying to kill herself!”
The words hang in the air like a death sentence.
No one moves.
No one speaks.
Tyson whimpers again in Kyson’s arms, his little body trembling from exhaustion.
And all I can do is sit there, useless.
I have broken her.
I have lost her.
And I don’t know if I can ever fix it.
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The only place I think to go is Azzy’s room with the king.
I barely remembered how I got here. My mind is splintering, cracking under its weight. The blood has dried against my skin, and the sting of my healing wrists is nothing compared to the ache inside me. How could he do this to me?
Why didn’t he let me go?
He stole my peace.
I just wanted to go home to the only place where the memories would finally stop. But Gannon wouldn’t let me. He never let me. And now I’m here, curled up in the dark, where the past has nowhere to hide.
