She wiped a tear that fell down her cheek.
I held her hand in mine, "he knew you loved him, Rach. You didn't need to say it."
She shrugged, "there's nothing I could do about it. He risked his life for you, he saved you, and now he's gone."
I frowned, sitting up straight, "you're not blaming me? Are you?"
She glanced at me, "No, it's not your fault you're getting kidn*pped every f*****g day, relying on people to save you."
"What do y—
"Look" she sat up "I'm not blaming you. I'm just upset. I'm going to go now, Sinister is sending someone to come with me and look out for me. Don't worry about me, Cal." She grabbed the suitcase off the bed.
"I love you, Rach. I'm truly sorry." I said quietly.
She nodded, shooting me a small smile, before walking out of the room.
I sat there for awhil
