THIRTY NINE

LILY’s POV

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” – Norman Cousins.

“Iroshi!” someone from the crowd shouts. Vladimir runs back to the middle of the ballroom to check for a pulse, he shakes his head, there is none. The big bad of the east is dead, it should not have happened but it did and all eyes fall on Kane.

He gently lays Iroshi back onto the floor before making eye contact with Vladimir.

“He’s dead,” he states the obvious. Vladimir nods his head silently and raises his hand, signalling for help. One of the attendees or waiter, I can’t tell the difference, they’re all dressed the same quickly exits the ballroom.

I run towards Kane, fall on my knees and cup his chin with both my hands. Tears line my eyes and blur my vision. I hate crying, but seeing him wounded like this breaks my heart.

He palms my hand with his bloodied ones and shoots me a weak sm