BRIAN’S DEATH WOULD be on my conscience for as long as I lived. It was my fault he was gone, and no amount of tears would bring him back.
This mission had been a pretty dumb mistake. I should never have gone after that stupid sword in the first place.
No matter how brave Master Longwei thought I was in the end, I felt like a failure. I hadn’t saved Brian, and it should’ve been me instead of him.
I told Constance I didn’t want to receive any visitors yet, and she respected my wishes.
Around eight, she dropped off a tray of food for me. I hadn’t eaten anything during the past three days.
“Elena, you need to eat something, please?” She sat on the edge of my bed.
“That whole mission was for nothing,” I said as new tears formed in my eyes. I’m so angry.
“It wasn’t for nothing, Sweetheart
