DASH
No sign of Elyse yet.
One fucking hour staring into the dark water, and… nothing.
I slumped against the tree, hands buried in my hair, eyes fixed on the growing crowd along the shore. Partygoers, police, two lifeguards, and the boys — all of them searching, calling her name.
"It's my fault," I whispered.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I killed my mate. Eli was right. I destroyed everything I touched.
The image of her lifeless body floating on the water slammed into me again — hair drifting like white feathers, face too still, too peaceful.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, shaking my head hard. I tried to shove the vision away, but it only grew sharper, more vivid.
My panic twisted tighter in my chest.
I pushed up from the ground, a sudden, restless urge to rip my shirt off clawing at me. I didn't. Everyone was watching. I already looked crazy enough.
"Ask him," Kol's voice carried sharply through the night.
