Chapter 40

Edwina's POV...

I know the only reason Xander wasn't blowing up at me was that he had promised me he wasn't going to get angry at me, but I could see, with every fiber of being in him, that he was mad at me. I could have prevented all this; I could not have let Ben escape if I had only told them the day he had told me. Now we have a fucking walking, living, breathing problem in our hands, and that was the most catastrophic thing I could think of right now.

I was gazing through the window of the see-through glass as I saw him talking with Caleb, he was downstairs, and I stood on the balcony surrounded by pink flowers upstairs. He was strong from left to right, and you could tell from all his facial expressions and indication that he was super agitated and perplexed about what to do. I was also.

I knew this wasn't the right time to start casting blame on anyone, but apart from Ben, who was foolish enough to escape, again, I blame myself. Maybe I was too naive and indeed a good person. O