You didn't have to be genius to know they were following me. I could hear the soft echoing of their foot steps behind me. I was glad they were following, I needed my father there for when I reached him. I probably should have thought this through before I just took off without thinking, but it was so hard when it came to my men. When I felt the extent of my Lucas's suffering I lost it. My mind still wasn't in the best shape right now.
Out of all places we've been to, that we've walked to and passed none of us had thought to go to Lucas's grave. It wasn't really somewhere we liked being, it brought too bad memories, too much pain. But here I was, and there he was. His blonde hair looked muted, his tanned skin almost grey. His brown eyes were haunted and distant as he looked at the stone
