Page 153 of Cain

I let out a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” He sucks my skin. “Your turn. What were you talking about with Grayson?”

“About you,” I mumble, slowly giving in to his touch.

“What about me, little rose?”

I let out a long breath, trying to find the courage to tell him the truth.

“Your mother. But mostly about my father.”

He pulls back, his gaze fixed on mine. “My mother?” His jaw twitches.

“Your past in general.”

“Why the fuck were you talking with Grayson about my past?”

He struggles to remain composed, but at this point, I don’t care. He has to learn how to listen.

“You need to let go.”

“Let go of what?” he growls, His brows narrow, and his forest-green eyes squint.

My eyes dart on the floor for a few seconds, as if it has the answer I’m looking for. But then, I realize that there’s no right way to say this.

“When was the last time you visited your mother’s grave?”

“What?” His voice spikes. “What the fuck does the past have to do with any of this?”

“You solved the cube you have been trying for years in just a few minutes. That means you’re ready to accept it and move on.”

“Hush!”

“Leaving some flowers on her grave might make you feel lighter,” I continue, ignoring the storm I’m fueling with every word.

“There’s nothing there,” he snaps, then draws a shaky breath. “Just bones and dirt. That’s all that’s fucking left.”

“Her soul found peace. Now it’s your soul’s turn.”

“Shut up!” he yells, stopping inches from my face. His breath hits me hard, pushing a few strands of hair back.

“You need to?—”

“No, you need to shut your mouth when I’m asking you to!”

I lower my head, avoiding eye contact. He’s not ready to listen. He’s not ready to move on.

“Okay,” I whisper, barely able to hold his gaze.

He lets out a shaky exhale through his nostrils, his eyes dark from fury. Then, he pulls back and turns around.

“Go to your room,” he growls.

I don’t reply, but I do as he says. I hold my gaze on him as I walk away, and he does the same.

He’s still in pain, I know. All those demons have fed on him through all these years he tried to be strong, and now he’s left with nothing but fury and a void in his heart.

I wish he could see how much I want to help him. How much I genuinely care for him.