BRIANNA’S POV
The silence inside the farmhouse was too loud. Every tick of the old clock on the wall echoed through the walls like a hammer against my skull. I paced back and forth. My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. The couch creaked with every breath Kayt took. She was unconscious and pale, with dried blood around her temple. Her injuries were bad. Too bad.
And I wasn’t there when she needed me.
I stared at her still form, and the guilt came rushing in hard. The guilt I felt was crushing and suffocating.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
But what good were apologies when the damage was already done?
I turned around. I could feel the anger boiling up from the pit of my stomach. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Not Seraphine. Not what they did to me.
