"Worse?" I growled, my patience wearing thin. "How could I be worse than a man who murdered my mate in cold blood?"
"I- I…" She couldn’t find her words. She stopped thinking about it from the part that affected her, and started thinking about the woman I had lost. My dead mate.
"Her name was Sera," I said, feeling that familiar dull pain. Our mate bond had completely vanished after two years of her death, now all that was left were memories and the pain that came with them.
A single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away, ashamed of my own vulnerability.
I had never been one to show emotion. I had always been taught that emotions were a weakness. That they made you vulnerable. That they got you killed. So I had learned to bury them deep inside behind a wall
