Lynn's POV
The prophecy. The dream had been a prophecy.
Which meant I'd seen this exact moment coming. Had been given a warning, a chance to prevent it.
And I'd ignored it. Dismissed it as anxiety. Brought Logan here anyway, insisted on my revenge, dragged him into danger—
Pain crashed through me, so intense it stole my breath. Not physical pain. Something worse.
Guilt. Crushing, devastating guilt.
This was my fault. All of it.
If I hadn't been so obsessed with revenge. If I hadn't insisted on this public confrontation. If I hadn't needed to expose Charles and Amy so badly that I'd put everyone I loved at risk—
Logan wouldn't have revealed himself. Wouldn't have fought. Wouldn't be lying here dying because of MY choices.
"No," I whispered, the tears flowing harder now. "No, no, no
