Chapter 70 Her Letter

“Ethan!” Georgia burst into my room.

I took a sip of whisky and looked up. “I thought you were going back to Drogomor.”

“What I do is none of your business! Talon told me, how much did you f*cking drink?”

“Do you need me for anything?”

“I need you to stop all the crap you‘re doing, okay?” she said bluntly. “There‘s a war out there, and you…”

“I what? I didn‘t miss any report, I didn‘t make any irrational decisions. I‘ve been handling every responsibility just fine. So would you people just leave me alone?!”

She looked at me quietly for a moment.

I thought she would curse, but instead, she said calmly, “Ethan, she’s gone. Just let her go peacefully.”

My narrowed eyes snapped open. Fury rushed through me. Not at her, but at myself.

“What do you know?! Enough!” | roared.

She would never understand. I was the cause of Rosalie‘s death. How could I let go of that?!

Georgia sneered. “I know that she‘s gone and you need to move on! Look at you, what a f*cking mess you are!”

“Watch how you speak, Georgia.” I growled in my alcohol –addled state of mind and glared at her with fury.

“Or what? Are you going to ship us away again, like you did all those years ago?” she raged. “Or like how you took a vow to the Goddess and abandoned your mate sense when you turned twenty–one?!”

I noticed that her eyes were red.

“Did any of that f*cking help at all, Ethan? No, it didn‘t! If you hadn‘t sent us away, Soren would still be here today! If you hadn‘t abandoned your mate sense, you might have realized how important Rosalie was…”

Was she about to cry? I couldn‘t remember the last time I saw my sister like this…

I couldn‘t argue with her at all. I felt like my brain was filled with fog; I couldn‘t reason through anything right

now.

The choices I had made… were they all wrong?

My head hurt, and I reached for the amber liquor again.

But Georgia was faster than me. She snatched the glass from my hand and finished her speech:

“So f*cking put yourself together, Ethan, and let your past go!”

I looked her in the eyes for a moment, then looked away.

“She hated me..,” I murmured– to myself, and maybe to Georgia.

That seemed to take her by surprise.

“What are you talking about?! You know Rosalie. Do you think she would ever say that?”

I shook my head. “But she must have,” I said.

I looked at the envelope on the table. It was still sealed.

Georgia looked at me in disbelief. “You still haven‘t read it?!”

Then she straightened herself back up and sneered.copy right hot novel pub