Chapter Eleven
Holding a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, Yvann knelt in from of their mother’s grave with lips pressed hardly together. It had been years, but the pain of losing the only woman who had never given up on him was still as fresh as the flowers he brought her.
He placed the flower on top of her gravestone then gently stroked the gold cursive letters inscribed on it with his fingertips. Cassandra Rose Coulson-Devonaire. It wasn’t the bad ones who make the world a terrible place, but those who had chosen not to make things right.
That was what their mum used to tell them whenever they think their kind was cruel, but up until now, he was still wondering what she had meant. Cassandra was the sweetest, and her love for her family was beyond what they could imagine…and he alw
