Chapter 80
Iris POV
I thought I knew death. Like an old friend stopping by to gather the things I love and take them away. I watch Eric and Hannah as their father slips into the warm embrace of the afterlife and I know death was brushing his fingers over their shoulders soaking up the dread and grief. Death is never a giver. It only takes and takes, over and over again. I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to find Diane with a big cut across her forehead. She probably got it with the encounter with the rogues. We stare at each other for a moment and then Eran appears on my other side. He wraps his arms around us both. I feel eyes on me and turn to find the moon goddess watching me. The resemblance freaked me out, yes, but at this point in my life, I didn’t know what could surprise me a
