Luke had fallen. It wasn't Jace who killed him but his people whom he failed to rule. It was sad. I felt sad. But I couldn't do anything about it. Tili is right— I shouldn't feel guilty about their choices. I should not blame myself nor let myself soak in guilt.
"Your clothes are in the bed, Solene!" Jace shouted outside the bathroom door. I barely uttered a yes in response as I battled in pain— enduring the soap as it touched my wounds. My arms as well as my legs were filled with little cuts, while my shoulder had a big s***h caused by that hunter's blade.
I hissed every now and then as I rinsed myself with cold water. The wound in my chest kept bleeding and I feel like the longer I stay in the bathroom the more I'll lose so much blood.
No, I can't go out while my wounds are not cove
