Seventy-Seven: The Day I Died.

ELIANA.

"It's okay" Denver whispered. "You're okay." He said.

At that moment, I lifted my gaze to my father who stood amongst the Elders as they crept closer to Jaxon on the ground. Then the verdict thundered throughout the arena.

“He’s dead!” They announced to an uproar but my heart fell in my stomach. I looked at Denver. “Jaxon is dead” The realization hit me like a wave as tears welled up in my eyes. “You did it” He whispered to me but as soon as they fell down my cheeks, I shook my head.

“I killed him” There was a crack in my voice and Denver arched his brows. “Yes, Eliana. Yes you did” He didn’t make it any easier. Because for some reason, while everyone clamored with victory, it was a strange feeling for me. It was guilt and anger. Still anger.

After all this while, I thought seeing him dead would fill me with resolve, that it would be the one thing that would make me finally get over every terrible thing that he did to me but he was dead and still, nothing changed.

I burst int