"I-I…"
Eli's voice cracked, words dying in his throat. His stomach twisted violently.
He fucked up.
Royally fucked up.
The realization hit like a blade twisting in his chest. He completely forgot—it had never been made public. The news never once reported that a hunter was left behind in that dungeon.
Of course they didn't.
Of course the dungeon cleaners involved would bury it.
'Zestiel and his crew… they never told anyone. They must've kept quiet. They had to. No one would want the public to know that leaving someone behind—leaving me behind—is what caused the tears to happen.'
His palms dampened with sweat. Every nerve screamed at him to fix it, but his mouth wouldn't move. His mind was blank.
Across from him, Kairo's eyes sharpened. He leaned forward, the weight of his gaze cutting into Eli like knives. Suspicion dripped from every line of his face.
