Page 328 of Affair
And it crushed him.
Now, as he stood there, the mist on the ground, and the cooler air causing dew on the grass, Poe was so utterly alone. His heart felt empty, and he was beginning to think he should have stayed in the US.
He compensated all of the families of the staff who were killed, and he hired new people to run the stables, and get more horses.
All of his father’s were killed.
All.
Of.
Them.
He’d still yet to view his parent’s bodies, and he was beginning to think he wouldn’t.
He simply wasn’t strong enough.
Already, the gossip was flowing, and just last night, it was on the media that he was back, and his father’s title would be his.
Soon, the eligible women would be coming out of the woodwork, and he was not the least bit thrilled.
He was going to be a spinster.
Forever.
“You really fucked me good, Hemmingway,” he muttered. “I know why you did it because you were a hero, but you dragged me into this. I met a really great guy, and I had to leave him behind.”
Why was he talking to his dead brother?
Why not?
One of the techniques he taught in healing was getting it off his chest.
This was his way of doing just that.
Well, maybe it was a stupid technique after all.
As he was standing there, he heard barking. That was out of place since all of the animals here were killed by Von Donore’s men.
That’s when he saw something running through the mist and toward him.
“Rufus?” he asked, as he watched the dog’s crazy gait due to a cast on his back leg.
When he reached him, he went nuts.
Scratching him behind the ears, he saw there was writing on the cast.
‘Laugh, love, and live. Love, EB.’
It took him a second.
That’s when he got it.
It’s also when he heard the thundering of hooves, and he looked over. At first, he was excited, thinking it would be Gamble, but instead, he saw an empty horse.
Diablo.
The monstrous beast raced toward him.
