Page 182 of Savage Reign

Images of Sebastian falling to the ground flashed through my mind.

I killed him.

Killian might have shot him afterward—and I had a feeling he only did that so he could tell me not to feel guilty about killing Sebastian, but I knew, and he knew, Sebastian wouldn’t have survived that first shot.

I killed him.

I killed my first man today.

It didn’t matter that Sebastian had been hunting me down, trying to force me to marry him. It didn’t matter that he deserved it. I still killed him, and I wasn’t sure it would be something I could just drop without it affecting me somehow, someway.

Once we were both clean, Maverick turned off the water and helped me out. He dried us both off with towels, then turned me around, looking at me.

I didn’t know what triggered it.

One moment, I was fine. And then the next, a sob burst through, and I couldn’t stop crying.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Baby, why are you sorry?”

I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know. I just… “I’m sorry.”

He pulled me to him and let me cry. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.”

The bathroom door burst open then, and Silas came in.

He still looked pale and worse for wear. Killian was right behind him. They took one look at me, sobbing in Maverick’s arms, and moved over, surrounding me. Protecting me.

And I couldn’t stop crying.

“It’s okay, angel,” Silas said.

No, it wasn’t okay. But it had to be. We didn’t just go through all of that for it not to be okay.

I didn’t knowwhat time of night it was, and at this point, I didn’t care. We were in bed, with me sitting between Maverick’s legs as he ran the brush through my hair.

Killian and Silas were both looking at me as if they were afraid I might break down again.

I was too exhausted to have another breakdown.

I winced when Maverick got to a tangle in my hair, and he kissed the top of my head in apology before working it out.

I patted his knee to let him know I was okay.

“Are you okay?” I asked Silas.

“I’m fine, baby.”

He was probably getting tired of me asking him that so often. I turned to Killian. “And you?”

“Fine,” he answered softly.

I looked back at Maverick. “What about you?”

He placed the brush down and pulled me closer until my back was pressed against his chest. He placed his palm down on my belly. “We’re all fine, little monster. And we’re going to be that way.”

Perhaps so, but it was going to take me a while to realize that.

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