THE END?

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. “How….how can this be?” I whispered in disbelief, my eyes taking in the woman the world and her family declared dead for decades… how the hell is she alive and standing in front of me right now? She whimpered as Eldric grabbed her by the arm again, dragging her around like a rag doll with total disregard for her feelings or well-being as he pulled her over to where I stood. “See.” He chuckled again, and I wondered what the hell was so fucking funny. Lucien has almost lost his mind multiple times in grief. He tries to hide it from me, but I saw it clear as fucking day. It was why he always found himself in one of her properties, because he needed to feel grounded when everything felt suffocating. “A couple of years ago, when my ungrateful bastard of a son was about six, I asked my darling, patient, loving wife for a favour.” He hissed through gritted teeth as he glared at her. It was almost alarming the amount of hate I could see in his eyes every time he looked