Felaern's POV

I was not a tolerant man. 

Maybe I had been...a very long time ago. But shit happened. 

I had been struck down, reduced to just a fraction of the man I had been prior, by a loss so deep, that even now, I felt a familiar prick of pain radiate through my body. I hated that pain – that reminder of my foolishness and pride – because no one was to blame for my sorrow...But me.

Fee...the only love of my life. 

She was gone; forever lost to me. 

And I had been the bastard who demanded she leave. I was insulted by her ridiculous accusation – it...