BRIANNA’S POV
Lola crouched over Kayt. Her hands glowed softly as she poured her healing energy into her. Kayt was drifting in and out of consciousness. She was still recovering from her injuries.
I stood nearby, helpless, watching everything unfold around me with a tightness in my chest that refused to let go.
I hated this feeling. This useless, gut-wrenching helplessness. I couldn't save my parents. I couldn’t save Trevor.
Now here I was again… watching someone else I cared about cling to life while I stood frozen on the sidelines.
It’s my fault. All of this. The chaos, the death, the destruction—Seraphine’s rampage started because of me. Because of who I am. Or… what I am.
The guilt was like a chain wrapped around my neck, dragging me down with every step we took.
Kevin must’ve n
