Chapter 54

TIANA’S POV A week ago “T, come inside,” my younger sister, Marissa, said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I shook my head. “A little longer,” I whispered, staring at the freshly filled grave. “Just a little longer.” She sighed and squeezed my shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t like him much, but I know how happy he made you.” “Of course, he made me happy,” I said hoarsely. “He was my mate.” Talking about Beck in the past tense made my skin tighten painfully over my bones. She sighed. “Come in soon.” She left me then and followed the rest of the funeral crowd into the reception hall. Finally alone with Beck’s grave, my legs wobbled, and I crumpled onto the floor. Without the prying, sympathetic eyes on me, my eyes quickly filled with tears that spilled over my cheeks without hindrance. “Baby,” I whispered brokenly, clutching my chest. There was nothing there—no heart beating behind my rib cage. It had stopped beating the moment the bond snapped.