Chapter 70: Torn Apart

Iris POV

He was the man from seven years ago; the same man who murdered my parents in cold blood. My photographic memory had captured his face for a day like this- the day of his retribution, and the exoneration of my name. My pulse fired, recalling the gory images of the murder.

I need to ask him why he did it, and who sent him. At least, he owed me that much. But Lois happened all of a sudden. No one foresaw the jolly evening going awry all too soon. How could I tell Gustav about the strange man, when he had a bigger problem at hand, bleeding from her mouth and nostrils. Her skin had lost it light brown sheen, a nude cloud of grey drifting over her face.

"Zelta, tell me you know what to do." The lift opened into his room. Drogo pushed his way in and held the door open to allow him in.

He tucked her in bed, gripping her hand in his. Her breath laboured and beads of perspiration snugged her golden blond hair to her forehead. Lois had been nothing less of a sweet woman to me. Overtime,