Hazel Moreau
After Klaus left, Lana and I sat in silence. I could barely breathe, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest.
"We can't do this anymore," I whispered. "He knows. He'll be watching us."
Lana didn't respond right away. She just stared at the ground, her face unreadable.
"Lana," I said, touching her arm. "We have to stop. I can't let you end up like Keily. I can't have another death on my conscience."
"You're right," she said quietly. "We should stop."
That night, I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, guilt eating at me from the inside. I'd almost gotten another person killed. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just accept my situation and stop putting others in danger?
I thought about Killian and wondered if he was still looki
