It hit her like a ton of bricks and she couldn't bring herself to say anything for a moment. Her expression was lost somewhere between shock and guilt and worry. This was all her fault. She closed her eyes for a moment. Saving John had been the only thing she thought of that night and she had been so sure that Azazel would have come after her.

She opened her eyes again, her voice soft and more unsure than before. "You're not a freak Samm-."