96|| Is it the doors to your room?

“I always knew my brother had the better luck but seeing you weep like this feels like he never left.”

That voice was too familiar. She lifted her eyes from Weston's picture, suddenly feeling nothing but irritation at being disturbed.

The sun had gone down already and her leg was cramped from squatting all day. She didn't even notice it was getting close to the end of the day.

Levi stood beside one of the white pillars in the hall, his arms folded as he wore an arrogant smirk on his lips. Setting her eyes on him, she realised it had been so long since she last saw her first mate.

He looked the same. Why in Selena's name did he have to look like Weston? She wouldn't mind throwing a punch or two at that face!

“My, my, Anna,” he chuckled. “Your eyes are glaring. We're not enemies, are we?”

His voice irked her but other than that, she didn't feel anything. She wiped her eyes and turned her attention back to Weston– the only one who mattered here. She dusted his tomb and with a satisfied s