[Irene Miles’ POV]
I ran to Zane and looked into his eyes. He ran his fingers through the traces of blood on my cheeks, “are you ok?” He asked.
I kept looking at him with misty eyes. Didn’t know how to inform him about his parents, especially his mother. “Zane… how did you come here?”
He looked at the raven, who was sitting on a branch now. “He pulled me here. He croaked in my ears until I followed him here.” He scanned the garden. His eyes met Theo’s, who stood in front of the coffin crossing his arms across his chest. Zane lowered his eyes and looked at the coffin. “Did I come at the wrong time? Trust me, I didn’t know where he was taking me. Out of curiosity…”
“You are at the right place at the right time,” Theo said, treading towards us. His voice had no ounce of pity or gentlen
