Samuel still hasn’t woken up. I’ve stayed by his side for hours now, cleaning his wounds, rinsing his forehead from sweat and tussling his hair (which I think was more for me, but maybe it helped.) My heart sank seeing him like this. I hate it. I absolutely hate it and it’s all my fault. Lux only punished him to hurt me, because he knows how much I like Samuel. I shouldn’t have let him go alone last night. I knew better than to trust Lux or Jace, but I let him go anyway. I could’ve protected him. I should’ve protected him.
(Jace)
“Jace… Please” he says. I growl as I wake up from my nightmare. I look at the alarm clock which beams 4:12 am. I roar as I slam my fist down, shattering the alarm clock. This is the third time I’ve woken up tonight. Each time reliving that awful mem
