Reyna's POV "I can't." Amelia shook her head firmly. "I cannot leave you alone, not after everything," she insisted. She had driven me back to the palace herself after taking the keys from Clark. The moment we reached my room, I asked to be left alone, but Amelia was not listening. "I will be fine," I lied, my voice nasal and thick, my throat raw, burning. I stood beside the balcony double doors, staring through the rain-streaked glass. "I j-ust..." My voice broke as I stuttered, my eyelids fluttering shut as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sshh," she hushed, walked across the room, and embraced me. "You don't have to say anything. I am here for you whenever you are ready." I forced a weak smile, the memory of Kieran and my sister still fresh in my mind...in the washroom. Kieran's hand over my mouth, his hand hiking the skirt of my dress, Dyana standing in the doorway, her eyes, her hatred, and her slap. Then came Zion's memory, and the way I had stopped him from killin
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