the darks not taking

Suddenly more exhausted than he’d been since arriving home, he finished preparing his tea and sunk into one of the kitchen chairs. His thoughts continued to plague him—Lucy had almost died, because of him. He’d almost died too, but that didn’t matter because Lucy had almost been killed. What the hell was he good for if he couldn’t even keep his friends safe? If he couldn’t get them out of danger? If he was the one putting them in danger in the first place?His tea was cold, untouched in front of him, by the time a hesitant voice startled him out of his thoughts.“Lockwood?”