Arabella's P.O.V

I'd locked myself away in my room for so long that I'd forgotten the day. Not that it mattered, anything rarely did anymore.

Killing Ivy broke me.

It wasn't because it was her, it was because I murdered someone with my own two hands. It was because I drove a sword through someone's chest and didn't think twice about it.

It was because my victim died in my arms. And that shattered everything.

Every step I had took to becoming somewhat normal, every single fear I overcame in this competition, every breath I took just get through life.

The last time I blamed myself for the death of...