I lift my eyes when I feel someone covering me with a blanket.
"You're shivering," Greyson whispers.
I didn't realize... But I do feel cold as ice. I glance at the clock. It's been almost an hour. I've got no news, Rebecca and Cata haven't come down. I feel on the verge of crying again, but I'm tired of crying. This won't save Rick... My God, he can't be dead. I can't believe I almost killed him... I shiver again, and Greyson puts his big arm around my shoulders. I'm grateful, but I don't f*****g deserve any sympathy right now.
"...I'm a monster," I mutter.
"You're not," Bart sighs. "We've all been there, Hera. You're not two weeks old yet. This was bound to happen someday..."
I don't care what he thinks. I'm f*****g disgusted with myself. Bart's been waiting with me, seated on t
