Chapter Thirty-seven (The Buried Body With One Foot Out)

Arric stood in the morgue, his eyes darting back and forth between the two examination beds. On each lay the lifeless bodies of his father and brother, the only family he had left in the world. His heart pounded in his chest, and a wave of grief washed over him, threatening to consume him.

Bishop, York, Jarom, Caineghis, and Jimothy stood by as he paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the sterile room. The scent of formaldehyde filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. His father and brother had been killed by Eirika, and the thought of his brother, most especially, lying here, cold and lifeless, made his blood boil.

Arric clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to contain his emotions. Mauro had told him how it happened but Arric couldn't quite believe Eirika had bested Marcus even with a poisoned weapon; he doubted his brother would have gone down that quickly. And she had killed his father?! Roffe Barther! If it wasn’t such