“You’re not real,” I say while placing my legs on the bed and shuffling backward.

Zeath reaches for me, concern streaked across his face. “What is it, Mellow?”

“God, my daughter is dead…” I croak out. My tears would fall any second again. This time around I won’t be able to control it. Even my throat itches of my grief. “Eryis is d— dea…d. God…” I let out a cry of pain before Zeath sits on the bed and pulls me tenderly to his chest.

“Shh…” he tries to soothe ...