“Stop,” I cried. Zeyl’s body was lifeless and the fire surrounding us was eating at her. Lee was at the center of it all. I could smell the smoke thickening with its poison. I coughed and coughed to the point my lungs hurt. My knees gave in and I was losing my vision.
“It’s all your fault,” he said. “It’s your fault. It’s your fault.”
“Please,” I begged. “Stop.”