CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
ANURAK’S POV
I’ve thought of a million ways my life could shatter irredeemably. Maybe it could be an attack on the planet. Or perhaps a dictator overthrowing the world. Or inevitable, and certainly more a fiction, the dystopian era hitting. Or perhaps aliens as Ken would constantly say. But not once, did I ever think it was possible for it be shattered by words; call it a history lesson of sorts, about the people I’ve adored my entire life. Here I’m, sitting at the edge of the bed while Lamon sits at the couch, looking at me and there is a nervous look dancing in the depths of his tepid amber eyes. His gaze no longer looked cold unforgiving. Instead, it was filled with some of vulnerability, almost as though he felt sorry for me and a part of me actually believed he d
