MALLERY’S POV
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What once was white tiles is now crimson stained, a lifeless body covered with a sheet beside it and my heart stuck in my throat as I stare at the den’s floor, “How did this happen?” Elion asks, making me turn around and he stands in the archway, his arms crossed and his lips pressed into a thin line. My chin starts to wobble as I stare into his dark brown eyes. He’s mad at me, he should be because this is all my fault. “Is Jace okay?” I croak out with a thundering heart, “He’ll be fine, luckily.” He seethes, his jaw rolling, his biceps tensing, knuckles white and his eyes are narrowed on me. He blames me for this, and I deserve it. My sister shot him, and now she’s dead. She came here wanting to apologise, but why would she bring a gun if she wanted to make amends? Did s
