CORBIN’S POV
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I should have ended him. There is no reason for him to breathe another second, yet my concern was with the woman beside me, staring at me with wide stormy eyes and a red cheek.
Lyra comes running out, her eyes huge as she stares at me bewildered. “Uncle Corbin?” She tilts her head, but her eyes…they’re glassy and rimmed with red. Has she been crying?
I lower my head, lightly nudging her with my nose. She immediately pulls away, her face scrunched up in disgust. She uses her arm to wipe her cheek, “Gross.”
“How did you know that it’s uncle Corbin?” Azalea asks amazed, yet I can see the panic in her eyes. She’s confused.
I strut down the steps, standing behind a bush before shifting back. “Az, clothes would be great.” I smile widely. She glances at me, looking confused
