66
Kerina
I walk into the common space to find people embracing and muffled sobs. I look around, trying to work out what’s happened. Two faces stand out to me: Saxon and Ryen. Between them lies Rudolph, his face at a strange angle, unmoving. Ryen’s mother pushes past me into the common area.
‘Where is he?’ she screams.
‘Mother!’ Ryen walks toward her.
Larinda pushes him aside and dives toward the figure on the couch. Wails of grief fill every area of the room. Ryen stands behind her, his hand resting on her back, supporting her. Saxon watches on, fists clenched. Emotions fight for control across his face. I move toward him and gently lead him away from the scene of sorrow.
I find a quiet alcove and turn to face Saxon.
‘I can’t believe it,’ he says. ‘He was like a father to me and no
