I hesitated, my voice barely audible. “What about my siblings?”
Jezebel’s expression crumbled further, and her voice trembled as she answered. “Your sister...she sacrificed herself trying to save Jake.” Her words came slow and careful. “I’m so sorry, Blake.”
Staring into the distance, I felt a storm brewing within me—grief, fear, guilt. “Where’s Jake?”
Jezebel sucked in a deep quiet breath before answering. “We’re not sure,” she admitted.
My heart pounded in response, each beat a drum of regret. “It’s all my fault,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.
“It’s not your fault,” Ginevra’s steady and calm voice reached me, though he wasn’t there beside me. His words reached me all the same, like a lifeline tossed into a turbulent sea.
For a brief, bitter moment, I wished for it all to end—that I had been the one to fall, sparing others from this relentless struggle.