Aaron’s POV
The sight of Saphira tearing into the food broke something inside me. She ate with the kind of desperation that made my heart ache. The echo of her chewing was all I could hear in the cold, moldy basement. The space was damp and rank, a place no one should have been forced to live, let alone someone like Saphira. I had wanted to reach out and offer her more than just food, but I hesitated. What could I offer her now? After everything I had done?
I knelt beside her, trying to find the right words, but nothing came. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I might as well have been a shadow in the corner of that dim room. It was all my fault.
Damn right, it's all your fault, David snarled in my mind. Look at her, Aaron.
I looked at Saphira again, and the guilt gripped my che
