The conversation

Chapter 23

Iris

My heart ached for him and I began to understand why he despised me so much from the first time he saw me. It was because I reminded him of his pain.

The fact that he was telling me his story showed that his resentment for me had been assuaged, but I wasn't sure that it had gone completely so I took what he could give.

"According to her, the necklace should be given to my brother, and the bracelet to me. She knew that I had eyes on the bracelet, but I didn't know that I'd be getting it from her that soon." He croaked.

I didn't know how to console him any more than I'd already done, but I was sure that my presence was making it easier for him to grieve.

My heart bled for him when I imagined how long he had to bear the cross alone.

"Do you know the worst part?"

I shook my head.

"He was never there in all of this. My father acted like my mother didn't matter to him and I began to wonder if she was truly his mate. It was so bad that I asked some of the elders and then