Ambrosia POV
Two dead.
It was like my world went silent after that. I could see lips moving, I could see flames blazing, the packhouse falling. Elijah felt not one, but two more surges of pain.
Four dead total.
All my fault.
I’d done this.
I’d done this.
Gods above, I had done this.
My heart ached, and so I clutched my chest, bending over as if I could feel the pains myself- and I could, couldn’t I? Just perhaps in a different way.
I’d done this.
Breathing did not come easy. I was put on the tailgate of someone’s truck, wrapped in a blanket. Then, an army of ambulances arrived. A sheet was placed over the man I’d struggled to save. His injuries were extensive, and my efforts had not been enough.
I had not been enough.
I’d done this.
A respirator was placed over my face at som
