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.

want the details, should he want to share with us

excitement. But I knew that somewhere deep within him, he was sad. Sad that their father wasn’t the one they

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 our tears and troubles, without grumbling or even complaining for a single second, he was our anchor,

to know it was okay to feel sad, I wanted him to know that it was really okay to feel weak. He couldn’t hold us forever, he needed to be saved too, he needed to be cared for too, and right about

in my hands, and I gently massaged his

lap. The door 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 very well that he had had a good episode of ugly crying. The little boy inside him was well out on display, making him so exposed, so innocent, so pure, and free of

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 the first time ever since we met after being parted from him for a decades plus, I didn’t see the tattooed monster with scars covered by ink. In front of my eyes stood a boy I once knew very