Indianna stared at the flyer taped to her locker, a cold shiver crawling up her spine. She ripped it off and balled it in her hand, taking a shaky breath as memories of that night came rushing back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, staring at the crumpled photo. "I'm sorry, Cassie."
"Hey."
She jumped as Greyson appeared beside her and sighed, leaning into his warmth.
"It's my fault," she murmured, glancing around at the missing person flyers plastered everywhere. "She's dead... because she knew me."
"Don't think like that," Greyson scolded, taking the flyer from her and crumpling it himself. "It isn't your fault."
"But Rogue only killed her because she knew me—"
"Shut the hell up, sugar," Greyson snapped, wrapping an arm around her waist. "It isn't your fault. It's Rogue's. All of it. Hi
