#Chapter77

LEWIS

Lia knelt on the ground. Despite the raging windstorm, around her, the air was solemn.

I lowered my eyes and sighed. I was worried for Lia. But more than that, my heart was breaking for her. I raised a hand and placed it over my heart.

‘If my heart could only bleed for her, then I would,’ I sighed as I sat beside my mate in comfort.

“Amna,” I softly said as to not disturb Lia.

Immediately, a dark figure appeared before me. He was an old man with a long white beard, focused eyes, and imposing manner.

Amna immediately lowered his head and gave me a bow....