“What happened isn’t your fault Bellamy,” I tried, sitting next to him on the bed. I wanted to get a closer look at his burns. They needed to be tended to, and soon. “And how would you know that?” he snapped. “You weren’t there, Koraine. You didn’t have to watch those men senselessly slaughtered. And for what? For my father’s amusement, to teach me a lesson? So he can build his power even more? It’s unfair! I should’ve died with them.” “Don’t say that,” I breathed, my eyes widening.
