CHAPTER 39
Chaco went cold. He willed his heart to stop beating. He no longer wanted to breathe, to exist, not if Fiona was lost to him. Although weak and sick with grief, he maintained self-control. He managed to keep his face impassive as he stared into the cool grey eyes of the Viking. The man is talking to me. I can see his mouth moving, but I can’t hear the words. Maybe the man switched to Danish or Swedish or some ancient Viking language that I cannot understand. Why a Celtic last name? He should be Leif Sörengaard, or some such thing. Zach MacDougal, really? Fiona’s husband. She’d gave up and went back to him. Why didn’t she wait for me?
This isn’t “heartbreak.” No. Heartbreak is something else. This is “soulbreak.” My soul is gone from my body, ripped out, torn into pieces, and I
