Page 3 of Heir of Broken Souls (HOBF #3)

Chapter 3

Knox

I should go after her, yet something keeps my feet rooted to the spot. Keeps my eyes averted from the staircase she climbed.

Just keep going.

I let the memory of her voice float through my mind. The only thing that keeps me breathing. Without Delilah, I wouldn’t be able to survive my own thoughts.

I’m worthless.

I’m a fool.

I’m a failure of a king.

I cannot keep my people from harm.

I cannot stop the rising death toll.

My chest constricts with panic. Delilah thinks she knows what goes on inside my mind, but I don’t wish to scare her with the truth. All she sees are the emotions I cannot stop from leaking down our bridge.

I shake away the unending sadness. I refuse to allow myself to sink any further into my depression, fearful that once I let go, I will never come back.

Rolling back my shoulders, I send a mental message to Nolan and Lenox, summoning their presence as I stride into my study—and do everything within my power not to reach for the liquor I so desperately want to drown in.