His hand moved lower, hovering over her face with a distant twinkle in his mismatched eyes, before he pulled away and laughed.
“This would be so much fun if Eli was here. I would still want to kill him but it would be fun. I’m angry that he died too early for me to make him wash my feet. What I would give to see the look in his eyes when I force him to wash my jars of hearts and rearrange them.” He frowned. “How dare Death steal my servant from me?
“Your servant?” She chuckled.
“Don't worry, we’ll get him back. So many years of servitude awaits him once I become King. He is being delusional if he thinks he can die and escape it. I shall have my revenge.”
Well, Alaris was starting to sound more like himself.
At least, one of them was living with this.
The pain felt too deep, a hole in her heart and one in her womb.
It would forever remain empty.
