Rebecca’s POV
The warrior’s words wouldn’t leave my head.
“They’re calling her the curse that brought Jeremy to our doors.”
And then, it kept repeating itself over and over, until it felt branded onto my very soul.
I huddled up in the cold stone wall with my knees pressed against my chest.
The mark on my shoulder felt unusually heavy tonight. Or was it just my thoughts?
It didn’t really feel painful.
Just… present.
As if it were constantly reminding me that nothing of this sort would have happened if not for me.
Matthew was still not done with his pacing. The sound of his boots scratched sharply off the floor with each turn, filled with rage. Ezekiel continued standing against the opposing wall, with his arms crossed, while thinking about problems we couldn’t find solutions for
