I hadn’t passed out again—not since the reunion with Rose, Julian, and everyone else. My eyes had stayed open, and I intended to keep it that way. It was the least I could do, knowing everyone was turning over every stone to get the globe out of me.
Ria still hadn’t spoken, but I could feel her presence inside me now, quiet but steady. And that gave me hope—hope that she was okay, that we were okay.
Robin had visited after the others left. Like everyone else, he blamed himself—for not protecting me, for Maron’s death. I had to make him understand: it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t any of theirs. The blame belonged to Ron, and Ron alone.
I hadn’t gone to Maron’s grave yet, but it would be the first place I visited once I could get out of this bed. I’d been here a day now, and Aries told me
