“Her blood is not on your hands. It’s on that asshole assassin over there.” Leigh jerked her thumb toward the corpse, which was being carried to the plane like a sack of potatoes. “Whoever sent him? Also responsible. You? Not responsible. You’re the victim here. Do you hear me? Doctors—even omega ones—can’t save everybody. And trying to will drive you crazy.”
Brielle bit her bottom lip and looked over at me, the unspoken question hanging between us.
“I agree. This was not on you,” I said, holding her gaze the entire time.
She shuddered again, the two of us hemming her in until Kane returned to gently pry her from our grip.
“You should listen to your friends, baby. You’re in a position of power now. People always try to tear down those they see as above them. All you can do is lead well
