"Mother!!!" Lyra's sharp cry tore through the room.
Aurelius's jaw clenched, his eyes were on Seraphina's corpse which was still spilling out blood. She would rather die than reveal the truth.
Lyra could not stay put; Seraphina was still her mother regardless of what she did. The one who carried her for 9 months. She ran to her mother's side to hold her numb body. Seraphina was still warm, but her eyes were dead.
Aurelius hissed. They were so damn close to the truth. Seraphina just had to....
A sharp groan left his lips. His frustration was ticking him.
Abrielle held his hand drawing his attention. Her words were simple. "That's enough." She said, silencing his impending storm.
Lyra's cries continued to fill the room, and her brothers slowly approached and stood by the side. Their gaze was complex, Seraphina was dead but her death was disgraceful, unbefitting for her status.
