Theo stopped breathing.
She had hated Cain for what he had done.
She had hated him for killing her mates, for destroying her life, for turning her grief into a weapon. But she had carried his judgment inside her.
Every day.
Every hour.
She had taken the things he told her and made them her own. And now, even with him dead, she was still obeying him.
Still punishing herself.
Still convinced that the only thing she deserved was a life without the two people she loved most.
A sob escaped her, and Sylas pulled her back against him, "I've got you."
"I don't know how to stop." She confessed, "I don't know how to stop hating myself."
Zeke pressed his face against the side of her head, "Then don't do it alone."
"We'll figure it out," Sylas whispered.
"But what if I never forgive myself?"
"Then we'll love you while you learn." He replied.
