Chapter 105

Eleanor stayed back as she watched Conaan standing in front of the mirror, his eyes cold and heavy. He completely lacked emotions, his eyes unblinking as the omegas worked to help him wear his robe.

The only thing he had ever radiated after Brandon's rather gruesome death was a grief that was so profound that he seemed to have lost his identity away from it.

He walked like he was lost. Like he was not to be found. Like he had no hope to be redeemed.

And Eleanor... it broke her heart. She would probably never have the same sort of friendship that he and Brandon had shared before his death, but she had seen how fiercely protective of each other they had been, even if, at the beginning, it was at her expense.

Slowly, she came to his side, her hand gently cupping his face. She moved her nail, then removed a petal that had stuck to his face from the bath.

Her eyes looked up to his, her heart beating earnestly as she hoped to find something. A flicker of emot