Chapter 201. The Cost of Mercy

JACOB

Seeing her cry was like a stab deep in my chest; it hurt more than the bites of all those spiders in Thomas’s house, where I experienced that poison that kept seeping into my blood. No pain was as great as the woman I loved being horrified by my words and reactions.

As much as I tried to think about changing my mind while my children were in their cribs, I couldn’t make a lukewarm, inflexible decision. The instinct within me compelled me to protect them from anything that might harm them. If I acted out of fear, they’d have to pay for my mistakes.

Nicolas and Cethium were up, and I was carrying them both. They needed my protection, and I wouldn’t provide that if there were spies in their house. The guilt she had left behind gnawed at me, and I thought every second about looking for her and asking for her forgiveness so we could make it up to her.

I could see in her beautiful eyes the decision she had made to turn on me because it wasn’t right for her. W