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‘This isn’t our fault,’ Storm growled. Wasn't it? Because that wasn’t how it felt. The feeling had become familiar over the years. Like no matter how good I tried to do, pain always followed in its wake. Was this penance for something I’d done in another life or some sin I couldn’t remember? And now innocent people were paying for it.

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

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I plead into the unknown. Not knowing where to start, I allow myself to launch into it. “The law about fires and the penalty being death, that is my fault.” I can feel the welling tears in my eyes. Breaking my words briefly, trying to blink them away, leads to him whispering my name/ “Sydney.” I cannot allow him to speak, I think to myself. I need to get this out, and he needs to know now. So I push forward and continue. “We were just playing around. We weren’t expecting anything bad to happen, and then I knocked over a candle.” The tears are now cascading down her face as I listen. “He died because of me.” “Who did?” “My brother.” I watch in horror as his face changes from worry to sadness.

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

I feel like I just keep failing to protect her. Over and over again. When we were kids, the beating that almost killed her, the shooting, her running and everything that happened while she was gone, now this. I close my eyes and look up, trying to sort everything out in my head. “What about this?” Nick says from the couch, jumping up and showing the book to Hazel. We all wait with bated breath as she goes over it. When she’s done, she looks over the book at Amy.

All of it was because of me. “It’s my fault,” I choked, throat raw. “Eva… those men, they’re not here for the students. They’re here for me. For the book.” Eva blinked, stunned. “What book?” “The spellbook Di gave me. They’re torturing students for something they don’t even know about.” My stomach twisted with guilt. “I can’t sit here while they bleed for me. I have to go.” Eva’s grip crushed my wrist. “No, Diana. Kael’s out of control, those men are armed, you’ll get yourself killed. Let me call George. Please.”

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

I tеll hеr it’s not her fаult, but ѕhе wоn’t be ѕwауеd, and thіѕ is where I ѕеnѕе a window оf truth start tо open up. Chаngіng the subject a lіttlе, I bring uр thе соnсерt оf fаult, аnd аѕk hеr to еѕtіmаtе the оddѕ оf оnе ѕmаllіѕh woman оvеrроwеrіng that mаnу big mеn. Shе аgrееѕ that еvеn wіth trаіnіng, it’s not a rеаlіѕtіс expectation.