LEANDER'S POV

Everything good had to come to an end.

It was how the world worked. Even with all the riches and power, no one could save anyone from death. There was no such thing as immortality or giving one a life. There were two instances where I had ever cried, one was where my mother died, where I couldn't do anything to bring her back, where I felt the weakest of all, where I felt nothing could help me and the second time was when my unborn child was killed.

Same feelings.

Same emotions.

Different people.

Different deaths.

One's grave was big and the other one was small. The...