(Camden)
I held her in the bed while she struggled with guilt and self-directed anger. It was a very helpless feeling, I wanted to tell her that she was strong and that defending me, albeit in the wrong order of things, was nothing to be guilty about. Yes, Gabriel lost his life, and that is something that will never change, something that was set in stone from the moment he met and fell in love with Harper. Had he been just a little stronger, more capable maybe? Of maybe even full demon he might have stood a chance in resisting the pull of her power, but the cards were dealt and this is how they played. I ran my hand over her shoulder softly and with each stroke I could feel her relaxing more and more. Slowly drifting into a light doze that was littered with nightmares.
