Ethan's POV
I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for this.
I sat beside the bed where Soraya's body lay, staring at her face—so still, so peaceful it almost didn't seem real. My chest burned with every breath. I killed her. The love of my life. The one person who saw through the monster I tried so hard to hide.
And the priestess… she said Soraya was carrying a child. Our child.
My throat tightened as I reached for her hand. It was still warm—still soft—and that alone sent a jolt through me. It wasn't normal. Not for someone who'd been gone for hours. For a moment, I wanted to believe that maybe she'd open her eyes, maybe this was a nightmare I'd wake up from. But her chest didn't rise. Her heartbeat was gone.
Everything felt wrong—the air, the silence, the world itself.
