Flint stared at the pile of soil that had been the woman he loved for most of his life. Gone. Just like that.
Part of him wanted to pathetically beg Dorian to kill him faster now that she was gone but there was still Flora to worry about. They had been so excited when Lily fell pregnant a mere seventy-four years after they got married. He couldn't leave his baby behind!
But if they had killed his wife, they definitely planned to kill him too. He doubted his death would be as quick since this entire mess was his fault.
Lily was right; he shouldn't have gotten greedy. None of this would have happened if he kept Ruby's powers for himself instead of agreeing to sell her off to someone else, no matter how much they supposedly offered in return.
Flint tried to gain more and ended up losing everything. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.
