Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 66

LEIGH-ARI

The nauseating stench of burning flesh had reigned through the night in Dark Woods, making my bones clutter and tremble from underneath my skin. I had known this day was to come, I had known very well that he was going to pay for all he has done, and I wasn’t against it! Lorik had it coming!

The only thing that unsettled me the most was what his death might do to my boys. I feared for them that they will lose themselves, for as much as it was so weird and very hard to believe, Lorik was their father!

Yes they didn’t have the best relationship but the blood ties, that blood running through their veins was Lorik’s, and as much as I wanted to sweep the issue under the rug and be glad he was out of their lives, I was scared. Scared for them; but mostly, scared and terrified for Verzi.

he ended Lorik’s life. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)I didn’t want the details, should he want to share with us how he did it then we’d sit beside him and listen. But if it was something he wanted to carry to the grave,

reeling with thoughts that made me want to yank the hair from my scalp, the door was pushed open, and in came Enzo, he walked straight towards me and knelt down, placing his head on my lap. He didn’t look sad, the matter of fact, it was the opposite. H e was light on his feet, so light one could take that as excitement. But I knew that somewhere deep within him, he was sad. Sad that their father wasn’t the one they had hoped and longed for, sad that he died even before

triangle of hearts and emotions. He was the anchor that glued us down, that kept us from grumbling. Had it not been for him and his calm demeanor, the way he got me even when I didn’t get myself, the way he always let himself be the vulnerable one while in fact, he was the strong glue that held us together, all of these made me love him even more. He was so strong, carrying all of

to feel sad, I wanted him to know that it was really okay to feel weak. He couldn’t hold us forever, he needed

soft in my hands, and I gently massaged his scalp as he

suddenly busted open and in came Verzi. He looked so battered, so tired and so done with this world. My heart broke when I got to see him fully; his eyes were blood red, his face very swollen. I didn’t have to ask but I knew

www.noveljar.com)The silent plea in his actions was all loud and clear. I heard his heart calling out, asking us to take him as he was. He stood in his full glory in front of us, eyes snapped out for us to see deeper into his soul. For