Jackson Romero's point of view
"I'm sorry."
Her small voice filtered across to me, so soft it almost drowned beneath the crackling of the fire.
I lifted my head slowly, ignoring the dull throb in my ankle as I turned toward her.
My Gianna.
But she didn't know that she belonged to me. Not yet. Not in the way that I did.
"About what?" I asked, watching her chew on the inside of her cheek as if she were chewing the weight of her guilt.
"This whole… I caused this." She exhaled a tired sigh, her shoulders sagging with it. "If I hadn't had that encounter with Luke, then we both would not be here now, and your leg… It's been four days and there's not been help, now the bridge is destroyed and the weather conditions are bad…" Her hands stopped their work, and her voice waver
