Chapter 21

• Gala was shivering.
• Not from the cold, but from the storm still raging in his head. The memory of earlier kept replaying—Luke’s wide, terrified eyes burned into his brain like a brand. Gala couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d become something monstrous, something dangerous. Something that could pull a trigger.
• He’d tried everything. Drank glass after glass of water, hoping it would wash the moment away, rinse the guilt down his throat. But it didn’t work. The dread stayed, anchored deep in his chest.