Executed unjustly for a crime she never committed.
And yet, she was here.
She stared at me, her lifeless eyes boring into mine. Then, her lips moved, her voice a rasping, gurgling whisper. "Noah"
"You let me die."
A sharp, splintering pain erupted in my skull. My stomach twisted violently.
No.
No, this wasn't real.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms against my forehead. My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. But the moment I tried to block her out—
The scent of blood thickened. And suddenly I was back in my father's chambers— on that dreadful night.
A wet, dragging sound slithered across the floor.
I didn't want to look.
But I did.
And that was when I saw him.
My father lay in a mangled heap on the cold stone floor.