SARA'S POV
I stared down at my grandfather's body, watching the rain wash his blood into the garden soil below. My chest heaved with each breath. I'd done it. I'd actually killed him.
My legs gave out. I sank to the wet balcony floor, back pressed against the railing. Reality crashed into me like a tidal wave. I'd just murdered my grandfather. The realization punched through me, leaving me gasping.
"Oh goddess," I whispered, hand flying to my mouth. My fingers trembled against my lips.
What had I done? The Omegas had seen us fighting. They'd heard everything. Now his body lay broken and bloody on the ground below my balcony, his brain scattered across the stones. I couldn't hide this.
I couldn't breathe. My lungs refused to expand. Each gasp came shorter and more desperate than the la
