I approached the edge, my heart pounding. What truth could I possibly.. No. I knew. I'd always known.

"I'm terrified I'm not strong enough to save everyone," I said, the words scraping my throat raw. "Every day I'm afraid I'll fail, that people will die because I wasn't good enough, wasn't smart enough, wasn't strong enough. And I'm angry, so fucking angry, that I have to try. That this responsibility fell on me. I never wanted to be a hero. I never wanted any of this. Sometimes I hate the mate bond, hate the prophecy, hate Xavier and Theo for making me feel things that complicate everything. I wish I...