Tabitha's POV
Watching people around me perish one by one filled me with an unprecedented fear.
John was the last hope that kept me going.
I had to do my best to keep him by my side.
I wanted to clean Dad's body, but my injured hand rendered the simple wish almost impossible.
I couldn't even handle a simple job like wringing out a towel.
Jasper, seeing my embarrassment, considerately wrung the towel dry for me. Then he patiently soothed me, "Tabitha, don't worry. Derek avoided the vital areas. Maybe your hand will heal in time. You shouldn't give up hope."
I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "So you're saying I should be thankful that he showed mercy?"
I looked at my useless wrist and added in a cold voice, "My biggest regret is not being able to kill Elena. That damn psych
