She had her hand on her stomach again, and I wondered what exactly she was blaming herself for.
“You could have died, Rose.” Maddy swung her gaze toward mine, but made no move to come closer to the bed. I struggled to stand, moved closer to her.
Maddy didn’t bat an eye. It was like she was trapped in her own little world, her own nightmare. “This monster went after you. It hurt you, and the last thing I wanted to do—”
She stopped talking and bit her lip. I could see her trying not to cry, trying not to remember.
“It was my fault,” she said again, but this time, it felt like the two of us were the only people in this room. “Last time, it was my fault.”
She wasn’t talking about the Shadow. Not anymore.
“You got hurt. You could have died, and I should have seen it.”
“Maddy—”
“No!” She
