Olivia’s POV
“Please, consider going to the hospital,” I plead, seeing the color in Reese’s face drain.
Being outside in the cemetery, it’s obvious his allergies have gotten the better of him. There are roses everywhere, bouquet of flowers hung all over the headstone and the casket, my old body waiting to be released into the ground forever.
My brother twiddles his thumbs, sitting in the front row with me as he stares at the ivory coffin. I’m half shocked that Herold put any money into this ordeal at all, considering he was probably throwing cartwheels after finding out I was dead and out of his way. At least now, he won’t have to worry about the divorce papers and he looks like a saint to everyone else.
Reese rubs his red, raw eyes, wheezing slightly. “I’ll be fine, Queen Luna. Tha
