Blaze began carrying me back to my house. His soft voice tried to soothe the heartbreak I was feeling. I could hear my mother’s gentle sobs as we neared the porch and the hushed whispering of the others. The room went silent as Blaze walked through the door with me in his arms. “Princess, I’m so sorry.” Dad stood from mom’s side and headed toward us. I wiggled in Blaze’s arms, and he gently set me down. “Sorry for what? It wasn’t you that killed him.” I turned and walked to my room, shutting the door behind me.
I crawled onto the bed and pulled the blanket up to my chin as I curled up. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t get it to slow down. Thoughts of what happened when Devin took us flashed through my mind before the scene of me killing Scarlette played on repeat. I killed her, though
