“They said they bombed Omega Point, captured Juliette, and killed her just this morning. The supreme has already headed back to the capital.” “No,” I gasp. “We should’ve gone after her,” Kenji is saying. “I should’ve stayed behind—I should’ve tried to find her—it’s my fault,” he says, hands in his hair, fighting back tears. “It’s my fault she’s dead. I should’ve gone after her—”
