The shovel hit the dark loose soil concealing the dead beneath, ripping the earth apart under the pouring, angry rain that declared its presence with thunder and lightning.
Their robes stuck to their bodies, absolutely drenched but they didn't care.
Delice's focus was on the grave, whatever she would find in the coffin was about to define everything.
Finally, Akeem dragged the box out and he threw it open on her command.
Oliver's scent sipped into the air, along with that of rotting flesh. She at first thought that it was strange that Laura hadn't taken measures to embalm his body but given the circumstances, that couldn't have been possible.
Delice took a step back, already feeling terrible that she had defiled the grave of her best friend's mate because of some alcoholic delusional. Her eyes misted with tears and she blinked her tears away.
Frozen, she watched.
"Should I seal the coffin back, Milady?" Akeem asked after a long moment of her silence.
