I looked at my brother for one last time and I could see the tears in his eyes. He was shaking his head violently, but all I could mumble was a small apology. I had failed—miserably. I failed to kill Rhys. I failed to protect him. I failed to uphold my promise to my parents. I failed Killian. Most importantly, I failed myself.
I felt like a complete failure.
I was the most wretched woman alive. I cursed both myself and my destiny. If only I had listened to my real parents, if only I hadn't crossed the portal and ended up in this world. Then I would never have met Killian, never have seen Rhys, and never would I have known my adoptive parents.
If only I had been more obedient as a child, none of this would have happened. It was all my fault.
I was the one to be blamed for everything.
Maybe it would have been better if I had never been born.
