Ambrosia POV
Everything was a blur.
I knew it was Elijah there, but I could still see burning pack house. I could still see Phlox and Chrys- then, Chrys in her final moments.
Moments that would not have been final if not for me.
“Chrys,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Then, “I did this. I did this. I did this.”
“You didn’t,” Elijah whispered. “You didn’t.”
There was no use wondering the whys and hows of my curse; there was only being cautious. I had not been cautious- it impacted my mate in the worst of ways. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, this time to him. “I… I keep doing this. I can’t stop, I just…” I shivered in his arms, and he tightened his grasp, adjusting the blankets around me as he walked me up the mountain.
“Ami, you’re still not well. Please, rest.”
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