Chapter 40
Eros
Three days had passed since he had said his last goodbye to Charisma Sinclair.
They had decided she deserved a mortal funeral, and Eros realized it was a far more agonizing ordeal than he could have imagined. Even though he tried to be strong and ensure she received a dignified burial, the memory of it still haunted him. And perhaps it would haunt him for eternity.
The first shovelful of earth. The sound of a harsh, grating thud, heavy and relentless, as it struck the wooden coffin. He felt the impact deeply, a hollow ache that brought both a sense of finality and crushing grief.
Three days had passed since he tossed the first shovelful of soil over her coffin, and the haunting memory did not let him leave the house.
Three days had passed, and he was still trying to find a way to protect Charisma’s mother from the pain of losing her only child, just as he’d vowed to Charisma. But the weight of concealing a child’s death from her mother felt wrong in every way.
Three days had passed, and the emotions he’d felt, even through their bond, had utterly vanished. And undeniably yielded to the eternal pain.