Rebecca’s POV
I couldn’t stop hearing Mira scream.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rohan’s body hitting the wall again. The sound of stone cracking beneath him. The blood soaking through fresh bandages.
I had done that. That was my act.
Not Jeremy.
Not the witches.
Me.
I sat tightly against the wall, curling myself in one of the empty side chambers near the healing wing, trying to disappear into myself. The mark on my shoulder throbbed slowly beneath my shirt, heavy and warm like it was alive.
The door opened quietly.
They found me again.
Matthew entered first, shoulders tense like he was holding himself together through pure force. Ezekiel followed behind him, looking more tired than I had ever seen him. Tyler came in last, gently shutting the door before walking straight
