Chapter 112.

If the deepest form of pure sadness had a word, the one where everything died and rotted leaving behind a soul-crushing void- I would use it right now as I looked at Darian’s face. They say the eyes are a mirror to a person's soul, if that’s the case then I just saw Darian’s soul being crushed by the words of a five-year-old little girl. His five-year-old little girl. Ophelia had told her daughter that he was dead, that her father didn't exist while Darian had gone through hell, dragging me through it with him, to get her back. How are we supposed to convince a young girl to go with a man that she doesn't know? We were all strangers to her. “You’re the King,” Kiera observed and leaned her head against the woman's hip as she gazed at Darian. His eyes glimmered with a mix of joy and pain as he gazed down at her features which were growing to look a lot like him. She had his eyes. “I am,” he answered and forced his voice to a softer tone. She pouted her lips when she looked at her stuffed