Page 55 of Resurrecting the Witch

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They weren’t breathing.

“Dom?” I looked at the dragon, one of my dearest friends, and saw his body almost on top of Gioia’s like he was trying to shield her from the threat.

From me.

Me.

I was the threat.

I hurt my friends.

“Len?” I approached my best friend last. I couldn’t bear to see her pink and blonde hair covering half of her face.

My breathing increased rapidly, and I tried to formulate a plan.

But they weren’t moving.

My friends were dead.

Gioia Hemlock was dead.

Drew would kill me.

I would kill myself before I allowed him to.

No, they couldn’t be dead.

I looked again at their bodies lying lifelessly on the painted cement in front of the theater. Their chests still weren’t moving. I knew in my bones that this wasn’t good.

I grabbed my phone and dialed on autopilot.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Borisyuk. Leave me a message, and I’ll call you back. Or just come to the office like a normal person.”

“Fuck!” I shouted to no one.

The dial tone beeped.

I left a message that I hoped made sense and then ran.

I ran like a coward.

I ran away from my dead friends in the street because I would only cause them more pain.

More suffering.

That’s all I did.

I brought Hunter and the entire Jacobs coven to Haven Pass.

I got my family killed.

I got everyone I loved killed.

Patrick would never love me after he saw this.

Gioia.

She was just starting in life.

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