TRENT

Mother ran down the stairs, crouching in front of Elena's pale and motionless body. She looked at me with frightened, panicked eyes.

“What have you done, son?”

I was still standing in a spot, trying to get my mind together. Trying to understand what the hell I'd just done.

And then realization hit me as hard as a cyclone. Elena…my Elena. How could I have been so damn out of my mind?

“Elena!” I yelled, running down the stairs and joining my mother who was crouched next to ...