Lucian’s POV
She was pregnant and exhaustion now clung to her like a second skin.
At that, past six years had exhausted her mind and soul. How much one could even endure at last to give up entirely one day. That’s what happened with her.
Jason hurried to get water for her. The bastard cried more than any of us — tears falling like every regret he had stored for years finally came undone.
He didn’t think when he was torturing her. But now? Now he looked like someone who wished he could go back in time and drag his past self to hell.
None of us had hurt her physically the way he had. And I wasn’t innocent either. I was an ass to support his actions.
We all carried our share of guilt.
But hers... hers was the only pain that mattered now.
The three of us went to her. Roman sat on one side of her and Rafe on the other. Bastards left no place for me.
"You are right. There is no use in hating our own people when we are going to live together," Roman said quietly, gently — as if afraid one wrong tone would break her again.
She looked at him.
He wiped her tears and caressed her cheek, his touch soft and reassuring as he continued,"All we can do now is think about a better future, and a safe and happy life for our kids. The one we already have with us... and the others that would be with us soon."
She nodded, slowly — as if accepting the words not just with her mind, but with her soul.
The way she looked at him, I could tell she trusted Roman more than she trusted any one of us. At least one of us was worth her trust. And I was sure, soon she will see the same in us.
"Caldwell, you seem to have grown up now," Rafe said, attempting to lighten the air with a teasing tone. He patted her head. "Good girl."
She shrugged his hand away from her head and narrowed her eyes at him. For a brief moment, that small reaction breathed a faint spark of normalcy into the chaos surrounding us.
Jason returned with a glass of water. "Have this."
Eira didn’t look at him, but she took it. Her silence toward Jason wasn’t just rejection — it was a wound, deep and justified. She wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.
Jason knelt beside Kael, voice barely holding together. "I am sorry... I truly failed you..."
She quietly drank water, turning her gaze away from him. Her eyes turned moist again.
We brothers looked at each other. His apology hurt her more.
It was the first time I was seeing Jason apologising to her. I was sure he had tried before when we went to our old home on Alice’s death anniversary, but I know she must have rejected his apology even then.
I knelt on Kael’s other side. "I am sorry for what I did with you in prison."

Maybe he had to do something more to earn her forgiveness and that something he himself had to decide.


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