Chapter 45Raquel, Anastasia, Katherine, Kyle, Stefan, and I stood in the shade of a large tree on the grounds of Foley Mansion a couple of days later while saturated gray clouds permeated the sky. I was king, and as such, it was my new home where Stefan and Anastasia also lived with me. Living in Queen Vivian’s former home felt a little strange, but it was a symbol of power, which I needed more than I cared to admit. I had taken everything she had held dear. Her home, her power, and Sirch.
“Thank you all for coming,” I said, making eye contact with each person while we stood next to Taylor’s grave. “Taylor’s death can’t be for nothing, regardless of how tragic it was. He wasn’t perfect, but he died saving my life. And that is something I’ll never forget. So, in my eyes, he died a hero.”
