Leah
Classic. The victim play. The tears. The guilt trip.
I looked down at her hand on my arm, then back at her face—calm, almost gentle.
“Ella orchestrated Justin’s attempt to r**e me,” I said quietly. “That’s public knowledge now. Innocent white flowers don’t d**g people and order assaults. She and Justin beat me until I bled. If Kaelen hadn’t arrived, I’d be dead. She made her choices. The world condemned her for them. If she chose to end her life rather than face the consequences, how is that my fault? Should I have let them kill me quietly so she could keep her reputation?”
Martha’s mouth worked soundlessly.
I continued, voice still soft. “Besides, the only building in this pack tall enough for a real fall is this house. Jumping from the second floor? That’s not suicide. That’s t
