Chapter 9
Elijah
A wise man once told me that there was only one way any man could find peace, and that was by finding the woman who held his heart. Until then, a man merely drifted aimlessly through life not knowing the meaning of the word “home.”
That was her.
Charlotte was my home. It was in her arms that I found peace from the memories that tempted the bloodlust—a hunger sated by the pull of a trigger, witnessing another man’s last breath. But with her…I experienced peace. A kind of comfort I had never known yet yearned for in the deepest corner of the humanity I’d forgotten I had.
My heart swelled inside my chest with a warmth that filled all the empty spaces inside my soul—every crevice, every hole, every corner that laid dormant and dark for so f*****g long. It was as if I had
