Kael.
"No!"
That single word, charged with so much emotion broke whatever was left of my already fragile heart. My knees hit the floor the second it sounded from Caelum’s lips and I found myself shaking uncontrollably with tears streaming down my face as the firefighter slowly crouched low to drop the body in his hands on the floor.
The body.
Goddess, I couldn’t believe that that was the word I had just referred to her as now.
The body.
It sounded like an insult, like a curse. It sounded like something straight out of my worst nightmares.
"Is... is that... her?" Caelum cried from beside me, his voice dripping with pain and anger and a kind of despair that ran so deep, I could even feel it on the tip of my tongue.
He stared at me as if expecting me to respond, but for some reason today, I, the usually smart brother, the brother who always had the answers to all questions, found myself speechless. My throat closed on its own accord, refusing to open back up and my eyes, hell, my eyes burned with so much emotion, it was a wonder how I could still see.
I clawed my way to my feet, my eyes trained on Zevran’s stiff back who for a couple of minutes now, hasn’t moved an inch. Goddess, he hadn’t even done as much as said a word.
My hands clamped down on his stiff shoulders when I stood beside him, and as soon as I did that, he flinched. His hands shot out to grab me, only freezing when my eyes met his.
And then, he crumbled.
He literally broke in front of me.
First, it was his face that fell, then his shoulder and his knees that hit the hard pavement with a loud thump. His arms circled around midriff, pulling me to his shaking body as a loud cry tore out from the back of his throat.
His grief was so great, it nearly brought me to my knees; But deciding that I had to be the stronger brother, I held on, gritted my teeth and let my tears run free.
"Good evening, sir... good evening. Please may I have a word with you?" One of the firefighters, a sturdy looking man, said to me, but I was too lost to form any coherent sentence.
I turned to look at him but couldn’t bring myself to speak, and as if understanding my grief, he bowed his head briefly but continued; "I believe that you are somewhat related to the dead woman..." he said slowly, but in that moment, nothing he said made any sense to me anymore.
Why?
Because he’d referred to Leilani as a dead woman.
He’d thought of her as dead and reduced her entire beautiful existence to nothing but this charred corpse on the floor.
The muscle in my jaw ticked with irritation, and wiping the tears on my face with the back of my hand, I hissed; "Her name was Leilani..."
"Yes, late Ms Leilani Sinclair—"
"Just Leilani Sinclair!" I growled, angrily fisting my hands into the collar of his shirt.
A loud cry left his lips when I fisted so hard, his face turned red. He coughed violently whilst slapping at my hands but I didn’t let go. I instead continued to yell in his face;
"She is Leilani... just Leilani, not late! You filthy motherfucker!"
"I believe... I believe you have it all wrong!" The man cried. "I am sorry that made you mad, but I only said that because she has been confirmed to be dead."
"She is NOT dead!" I growled so loudly, my voice reverberated through the night and due to how loud I was, the crowd of neighbors who were stunned by my reaction turned to stare, their eyes holding sorrow and pity.
Pity. Hell, I hated that with every fiber of my being!
I do not know how Zevran managed to pry the firefighter’s collar out of my stiff hands but by the time he was let go, he scrambled away from me, his eyes wide with apprehension and fear. He croaked; "I am sorry, I really am, but I simply wanted to inform you that we found out the cause of the fire."
"Which is?" Z spat,



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