Page 74 of Her Sweet Surrender
Sir touched Brie’s shoulder. “Go to him.”
Brie glanced up at Sir, tears in her eyes, and nodded. Hurrying after Faelan, she had to force her way through the stunned crowd.
When she finally caught up to him, he growled ominously, “Leave me alone, Brie.”
“Okay,” she answered, but she continued walking three steps behind him.
Finally, he turned on her. “I told you to leave me the fuck alone!”
Brie met his gaze. “I am.”
“No, you’re not! You’re still following me.”
He marched away from her at a faster pace.
She glanced at the crowd and saw they were all watching in concern. She waited several seconds to give him more space before following him again.
“I can still hear you,” he snarled without looking back.
Brie understood what he wanted but felt compelled to continue.
When they were far from the grave, he stopped and turned to face her. The grief on his face had transformed into rage. “I don’t want you here!”
She stood quietly, not daring to move, afraid if she did she might evoke his rage to explode.
“I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it!” he yelled.
“I know…” she whispered desperately.
The raw pain in his ocean blue eye ripped at her heart.
“I would trade places with her without hesitation,” he declared angrily.
Brie nodded, holding back her tears although her heart was breaking for him.
Faelan gestured toward the direction of the gravesite. “I didn’t want a funeral, but Kylie deserved to be honored. It’s the only reason I agreed to come.” His voice faltered. “But now, I regret it…”
“Why?” she whispered, desperate to understand.
His blue eye pierced her soul. “It makes it final. I’m alone now.”
Goosebumps rose on her skin. “You have a beautiful daughter.”
“Just being near her cuts me like a knife,” he snarled.
“But she’s a part of Kylie.”
He glared at Brie. “Exactly. She reminds me of everything I’ve lost.”
Faelan turned from Brie, a low moan escaping his lips. “I’m haunted by the fear in her voice when she cried out for help.”
Brie closed her eyes, ice running through her veins. She couldn’t forget Kylie’s plaintive cry. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to speak. “I remember how she was bursting with love for your daughter. That’s what I hold onto now.”
Faelan shook his head.
He tensed when Brie placed her hand on his back. “I have a secret I have carried with me since Hope’s birth.”
He turned around, looking at her questioningly.
