Eleven
LIAM
Gray’s twilight blue eyes clouded with ice, her whole body going rigid. From her energy, I felt nothing but cool detachment, even as Emilio’s soul stirred into a hot frenzy inside me, recognizing her presence.
“I’m not here to say goodbye, Liam.”
All the fear and concern and horror at Emilio’s outward appearance vanished. She’d said the words simply, with a calm certainty I hadn’t expected, as if there could be no other outcome.
I should’ve expected as much. Gray had always been determined, and she was fiercely protective of those she loved.
“You must,” I said, though even I remained unconvinced. Still, it was my sacred duty to say these words, to inform her of his passing and offer her the option of escorting his soul to the Shadowrealm—or accompanying me, if she so chos
