His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 242

Chapter 242: The Tears of a Lover

Moana

Edrick’s hand suddenly fell limp. The smile on his face faded as his eyelids fluttered shut, and at that exact moment, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

“No…” I whispered, my throat closing up already. “Edrick?”

He didn’t answer. I felt a sob catch in my throat.

Without thinking, I pressed my hands into his wounds. I heard the flesh and the blood squelch beneath my touch as my vision became clouded with tears.

“Come on,” I said, my voice shaking violently as I pressed harder and tried to focus my energy.

“It’s no use, Moana,” Mina said, sounding full of regret. “I’m sorry. His wounds were too deep.”

I shook my head in disbelief and just pushed harder on Edrick’s wounds. His body shifted beneath my touch, filling me with a false sense of hope that he was still alive. But he wasn’t — he was dead. When I felt his neck, there was no pulse.

There was no containing my grief anymore. As a keening wail started to rumble in my throat, I felt the tears spill out of my eyes and pour down my cheeks.

arms around him and fell onto him, sobbing hysterically and not caring if I got myself

dead. There was no greater

to go back!” I cried out to Mina. “Let

can’t,” Mina replied. “You already made the choice to stay in the real world. There’s no way for you to switch

the wind. The birds, which had just been singing as the end of the storm came, now fell silent. Or maybe I

was just in my head at first, but when I suddenly froze and felt it

start to beat in his

stammered, looking down earnestly at his pale face. “A-Are

Shakily, I leaned back down and placed my ear on

a moment. I started to lose hope; maybe I really was just imagining

“Moana, I don’t—”

wolf and pressed my ear harder

another heartbeat.

with even more passion and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the tingling sensation take over my arms, hands,

my energy with all I had left. With my eyes shut, I pictured everything that I loved about Edrick… Everything that I wanted to see again. His smile, his laugh, the feeling of his warm arms around me. His face, red with embarrassment when the kids teased his artwork. The

surge. I almost felt sick from it, but

“M-Moana…”

see it now; I could see the color returning to

was too much. I needed to get him to a point where I could transport him, and then I

the weakness and nausea that took over me from using this much energy to heal him, I pushed

anymore though. I feared that it would hurt the

and cupping his face in my hands, “I’m going to take you back to the mansion on my back, in my wolf form.

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