ERIK'S POV
“Charles, would you like me to dispose of the head?” My words even sound strong and steady, but if Charles took enough time, he would notice they are cold and unforgiving.
Jake looks at the door, then to me. His eyes dart back and forth, then finally to Charles. “I’ll take care of it,” Jake volunteers and puts his hands out to take the tray from me.
My hands grip the side handles, in some sick, tormented way, even though it is just her head, if I let go it will be the last time, I see Alendrea.
Pearl sees my turmoil before anyone else. She surprises me by walking up and gently laying her long fingers across the top of mine. Charles and Jake do not understand at first. Jake runs his hands through his hair, Charles growls, warning her she is too intimate with me. “Pearl, what
