Chapter Forty-Six
Harlee POV I held him and cried, rocking back and forth as my heart broke. “I’m not ready, I’m not ready.” I murmured to him over and over again as Cael’s small body struggled to breathe. “I can’t let you go.. I can’t. Not yet.” Zeev’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and the pain radiating from him only amplified mine. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. “Of course you do Harlee, he gave his life to save you.” Sands smoothed the hair off my face. I jerked away from him. I didn’t have the words to tell him that that didn’t make this better, or ok, or help in any way. That in fact it made it worse. Sands recoiled slightly, his hand withdrawing from me as though he’d been burned. “You should have let me die!” I sobbed into my son’s hair, u
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