How could something be that difficult to face? Elvira had left her home and battled death with a much lighter heart. Her moist eyes were glued to the floor. Her legs were trembling, yet forced to move forward. The woman he loved and sacrificed so much for was, in fact, a witch. What would he say? What would he do? It was tormenting to think about it.
It wasn't the right time for him to discover her truth. Would his eyes still look at her with the same love? Would she ever be able to feel the warmth of his heart and arms again? Probably not. It was all too much for him to process. Sebastian was after an object of the underworld. Would it ever be able to restore Wivior's lost love for her? His love was the most precious thing in the world for her now.
"Are you okay?" Eldritch began. "I can see tears in your eyes, and you are shaking. I told you that you don't have to do this right now. Charlotte and I can deal with the wizard."
