Chapter 142— A Regretful Death

*FREYA*

I'm not heartless or anything, I thought as I mindedly made my way back to our bedroom after my conversation with Hunter. I still felt nothing, after finding out that the man who fathered me only has few hours left to live. If there was anything I feel, it was curiosity. How did he end up like that? Who did that to him? Of course, the first people my mind wandered off to was the councils.

Jet and Hunter believe he knows something and wasn't planning on keeping his mouth shut, which might have led him to his current condition. This only raise a few questions like why didn't they kill him? Probably they feel there was no use killing him when he can't talk and has only few hours left. So they dumped him at the border where they knew we would find him. They wanted me to see him.

Was that his last wish? I scoffed as soon as the thought occurred to me. Pushing the thoughts of Grayson aside, since I want nothing to do with him. I reached for the handle but was stopped by Claire, who