But then the gurney passes right in front of where we’re standing.
I catch a flash of fair hair. Pale coloring. Huge hands.
“Oh God,” I breathe. “Lachlan.”
I feel sorrow, but it only comes after. After the instant pang of relief that gets buried under a s**t-tonof guilt.
My eyes snap up. I know that voice.
When I catch sight of Isaak, I feel a pull that terrifies me to my core. I have to fight the urge to go tohim. Because really, at the end of the day, I have no right to.
Bogdan, who’d been amongst the men wheeling the gurney up to the mansion, sighs and stops.Everything and everyone grinds to a halt.
“I’m sorry, Isaak,” Bogdan sighs. “He… he’s already gone.”
Isaak’s expression turns from dark to black. A man like him can’t process grief in the same
