Chapter 11: Allies
“How could you?” I clamp down on the urge to scream in frustration. I’d nearly burst trying holding it in until she was alone again in her room. “I thought you understood. You agreed—you said you’d handle it.”
“I think I’m handling things pretty well,” Cadence says, peeling off grimy clothes with hands made clumsy with exhaustion. “Not my fault I couldn’t finish today—no one told me blood could undo my work.”
“That’s not—what about Ash? And—”
“What about him?” She examines her cracked fingertips and frowns. “I know he didn’t want to be left behind, but it’s not like it’s my fault. I begged mom to let him come.”
“What are you talking about? Ash is dead, Cadence. Your mom has nothing to do with it.”
She shakes her head. “You’re wrong. Ash is fine. He’s at home traini
