The words had barely left her lips before Jane’s body began to slump backward.
"Jane!" Renee shrieked, catching her daughter before she hit the floor. "Jane, look at me! Don't do this, please don't scare me like this! You are all I have left. Jane!"
Jane’s face had turned a deathly shade of white. "Mommy..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It hurts. Everything hurts."
Renee’s hands shook as she cradled the girl’s head. "Where? Tell me where it hurts, baby. Just tell me!"
"Everywhere," Jane murmured. "Mommy... am I dying? Did I get hit with that new toxin you made?"
Renee broke into frantic, ugly sobs. "I am sorry! I am so sorry! This is all my fault. If I had not been so obsessed with revenge, if I had not brought you back to Dracovia, if I had never touched those toxins... you would be fine. It is all on me. What do I do? Someone tell me what to do!"
She had never expected her daughter to pay the price for her impulsive rage. Though she had often treated Jane as a mere pawn in her games, seeing the girl collapse in her arms caused a visceral, bone-deep agony she had never felt before.

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