Horror clawed down his spine. Ariel looked lifeless, as desolate as he’d once been. Hell, of course, she carried his guilt inside her now. All of it, all that damnable negative energy. Now he understood why his men had failed to track out the dark scent tainting the mountain. It was his. Jarrett clasped Ariel’s cold arms. A ghost image of her former self, she seemed insubstantial as mist. “Forgive…only way.” “I’ll take it back,” he said frantically. “No!” She coughed and grasped his wrist, her grip feeble. “It multiplied in the earth, the blood and death…making it strong. If you take it back, kill…you.” If he took back his guilt, he would die. If he did not, Ariel would die. Her eyes closed. Ariel collapsed on the ground. Jarrett picked her up, rocking her back and forth. He moaned, feeling her heart slow, seeing the edges of death push around his vision. No. Not Ariel with her boundless energy for life, her nobility and courage and passion. He must not allow this.
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