Chapter 279

I stumble into Kane’s office and collapse on the couch. “Are you okay?” he asks and opens his fridge.

Jackson and Anne’s funeral was brutal. They placed the two mates on the pyre, their arms interlinked, the two devoted mates always together, even in death. Their children were broken, and witnessing their grief was almost worse than watching Jackson die.

I knew one of them would die. I should have sent them all away. Jackson, Anne, Glenn, Patrick, Arlene. I should have sent them away. Should have kept them safe.

My mate hands me a glass of water and kneels by my feet, resting his big, warm hands on my knees. “What you’re feeling is called survivor’s guilt.”

“What?” I ask, distracted by my thoughts.

“It’s okay, Willow. You will start to feel better again.”

I sigh and sip the cold water. “I want to go to Adare,” I say.

He’s the one who has been holding me together, supporting me. He’s the one that’s being strong, not me. Silke was wrong. I’m not the rock. Kane is. “Okay,” he says. “I’ll