Rhiannon's POV
The prison cell felt more frigid than before, though perhaps that was merely my mind playing tricks. Now that nothing remained except waiting for death to claim me.
I slumped against the rough stone wall, drawing my knees tight against my chest. The position offered no warmth, but it made me feel insignificant. Invisible. As though I could somehow vanish if I made myself small enough.
My failure was complete.
Not merely today, when I attempted to rescue Jaxson in that study and instead made everything infinitely worse. My failure stretched back years.
To the moment I chose to betray my husband with Benedict. To the moment I allowed him to convince me that my marriage was the enemy. To the moment I agreed to conceal our sins.
I had condemned Jaxson to this fate.
I had shaped him into this broken creature.
Now he would pay with his life.
The realization carved through my chest like a blade. Searing hot agony that stole my breath.
