I looked at Cindy and then at Gabe before closing my eyes. "I couldn't save him," I said in a voice that wasn't my own. "I tried. I did. Kenmei said, use love. I swear, I tried."
Gabe knelt on the other side. "Who?"
"Dorian," I whispered. "He protected me, all of us, but he's gone. I don't know where." The words came out choppy and garbled, but I couldn't make myself stop crying.
"It's okay. You're okay," he said, but I heard the anguish in his voice.
Cindy pulled me into a hug. "It isn't your fault, Snow."
But that wasn't true. It was my fault.
I thought of dying.
Would there be rest?
Could I shut out the agony?
The way Dorian looked at me. His kiss. What he did. Saved me. Saved us all. Abernathy's words to Dorian rang in my mind: "Very few have the capacity to love like you.
