Chapter 42

• “You can’t keep doing this, Annabel.”
• Kara’s voice cut through the fog in my mind. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been sitting there, staring at the blood on my hands, at the spot where Damian’s body had just been. I wiped my palms on my shirt, but the stain—physical and emotional—wouldn’t go away.
• I looked up at Kara, her expression torn between frustration and concern. Behind her, Zane stood silently, his gaze heavy with judgment. I knew what they were thinking. Damian’s death, Elijah’s escape—it all fell on me.