Chapter Nineteen: Syrra

He's waiting for me to say something, but I don't know where to start. I've been thinking about it for two days and I still have nothing.

"Do you want me to talk first?" He asks gently.

I shake my head. "No." I clench my jaw and unclasp my necklace and drop it into his outstretched palm before moving to sit in front of the fireplace. I pull my knees up my chin and stare into the flames.

"Syrra what is this?"

"A soul," I mutter.

"Whose?"

I clench my jaw tighter. "Peter's."

He doesn't say anything and when I glance over at him, he is staring at the glowing blue vial in his hand.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry. I know I should have talked to you first, but I didn't know what to do," I whisper, my voice cracking. "I didn't expect to find my mate so soon and I wasn't ever planning on having a child and I don't know if I can handle all of this."

He looks up at me. But there is no anger in his eyes, only pain. "Wha