Erik POV “You need to bury her.” Estrid’s words are too painful to hear. “No.” I growl out, my lips vibrating against the rim of the whiskey bottle. “Erik…” “I can’t.” I was living in my own worst hell, and it was completely of my own making. “I know, but you have to…Erik.”Even now as Estrid places a supportive hand upon my back, I can’t stop hearing the last strangled breaths of Amara as she died in my arms. The sound keeps ringing in my ears, every time I close my eyes her face appears. The fear in her eyes as she realised it was too late. Again and again the memory replays, like a carousel …always on repeat. Two days ago my entire life force died in my arms. It is only denial on my side that is preventing the pain of the severed mate bond from hitting me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, the pain is just too much. The only thing I can stomach is alcohol, and lots of it. “You need to order an autopsy, it may indicate…”“No, I don’t need a doctor telling me what killed her.
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