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Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

“Later on, I even lived in the underground sewers like the filth I am. “So, Mr Shaw, please don’t place anything so valuable to you into anyone’s body anymore, and turn it into filth. It was just an easy few minutes for you, but I suffered my whole life. “I’ve already suffered my entire life, but you still say it’s my fault. “Who was at fault for bringing me into this world? Who can tell me whose fault it was? “Was it my mother’s? “Yet, that pitiful woman merely saved a man, but her body was violated by that same man. From then on, her miserable, despicable life filled with agony started. “Mr. Shaw, tell me, who should I be blaming?” Gloria looked at Old Master Shaw with her face stricken wi

She whispered with a mixture of guilt and fear, half expecting him to lash out at her. "God, if the worst thing happens, I'll never be able to forgive myself." He straightened up and turned to her, startling her with the gentle concern in his voice. "No, darling. It's not your fault. You were only trying to protect me." He paused and stared into the distance. "It's my fault from the beginning. It would never have happened if I told you the truth in the first place." "What truth?" Instead of answering her with words, he pulled out a package from beneath his vest and unwrapped it. He found it hard to explain it to her or to anyone out loud, so he simply handed the book to her.

If I hadn't stolen Maureen’s journal, the magical beasts wouldn’t have appeared. But deeper than that. There was an even hotter, and undeniable truth. This was all Veylor’s fault. For pushing her too hard. For telling her she would die and to sacrifice herself for Blackcroft’s honor. Lucan’s fault. For giving me hope. Everyone’s fault. Everyone except her. My breath hitched. My body shook. I felt like I was drowning, though I wasn’t even in water. Heat and numbness tangled inside me, ripping me open and hollowing me out all at once.

We talked about a few more mundane stuff for the next ten minutes, diffusing whatever tension was still there while I removed every scene of Cameron and Asher sex scene from my mind, while being grateful I was fast enough to make sure Amethyst didn't see something like that. "It's all my fault though," I said, "The door was locked, no one answered, I used my key to get in. A bit of your fault too because you called in sick and made me think something happened to you." Acknowledging the fact that both of us were at fault was kind of like a test. I wanted to know what she would say, I wanted to know how she would react and I wanted to know if she would defend herself. Her eyes fell downward, h

she asked. "No," Ezra replied. "Liar!" Sarah yelled. "You will hate me more and blame me for not going back with you!" Ezra gritted his teeth; "Sarah, the downfall of Melrose is no one's fault but mine," he replied. "Yes, I was pissed. I got distracted with you while my brother closed in, but if I had listened to my mother and not brought my brother back into my company, I wouldn't be in this sh*t," he said.

Everything gathered down there, and there was so much I wanted, or rather needed, to say to get it off my chest, and in that moment, I ended up confiding in Greta. “Is it about Guila and your friend?” She asked calmly while gently rubbing my knee. With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head, feeling a wave of fear and coldness envelop me. “I just can’t stop thinking about how they are. I don’t know if they’re still alive. I don’t know what Nello might be doing to them if they are still alive. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. I should have been able to protect them, but I couldn’t. I should have been the one with Nello, but here I am, seated on a bed. It’s all my goddamn fault!” I finally sn

“Of course you’re not okay…what am I saying? I’ll call the doctor.” He tried to get up from the bed but I grabbed his hand, stopping him. “I lost him didn’t I?” I feel so empty. “I wasn’t even able to save him.” “Hey,” He cupped my cheeks. “It’s not your fault, it’s Bonnie and Rachael’s fault.” He’s wrong. The prophecy predicted this, and I did nothing to prevent it. “You did a great job Persefoni,” Gabe insisted. “You pinned them to a place until the cops arrived. They saw the footage Persefoni and right now Bonnie and her mother is in jail.” He kissed my cheek. “You gave our son justice.”

He was watching me and the narrator and there was something in his eyes that I could not read. "This is your fault," I said to him and I was pressing harder on the wound now even though I could feel the narrator's blood soaking through my jeans where I was kneeling. "All of this is your fault." "Maybe," Kai said and his voice was thick and hard to understand through his broken face. "But you were part of it too and you cannot pretend you were not because you knew something was happening and you let it continue and you did not ask questions when you should have."

“You’re still strong. The Alpha still needs you. Everyone here needs you. As your pack members, we all need you. And… and I’m still here. I won’t leave you, not for anything. You know that my loyalty lies to you.” She didn’t answer. But I stayed kneeling there, holding her hand, drowning in guilt I could never confess. Because no matter how I tried to reassure her, I knew the truth: This was all my fault. And Darius’s shadow was still over me, whispering that this was only the beginning… And it was just going to get a lot worse…