CHAPTER 65: WHY WOULDN'T I REMEMBER YOU?

Rosaline’s POV:

He killed him.

Damien Creed killed his own best friend. Because of me.

I could not take my eyes off Stephen’s lifeless ones; they bore deep into mine, plaguing me with a guilt that I might carry forever.

The sound of Damien’s heavy breaths causes me to look up at him. He had his head grasped in his hands and appeared to be going through the worst pain imaginable, yet something told me it was not because he had taken the life of the man he had spent his entire teenage years with.

“Damien?” I called out but got only a grunt in response. His face was turning a bright shade of red, and that was when a sense of urgency arose in me. Something was happening to him.

"Damien, what’s wrong?” I asked him, managing to summon enough courage to walk over Stephen’s body and to my mate, who needed help.

I never cared for Stephen, even while we were in high school; Damien has always been far more important. I reach out my hand to him, but he retracts the second our skin makes contact,