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Emma’s suffering his only concern. He turned his focus inward, searching for any remnant of the mating bond he’d shared with her. What he found was a dimming spark at the bottom of his soul, fighting to keep its light, but obviously failing. Not sure who listened to the souls of the damned and not caring as long as someone, anyone helped his mate, he prayed.
    Checking on Emma, his heart wept at the sight. She was clutching a pillow, curled in a fetal position, laying in total darkness. And as bad as that was, it was what she was feeling that would’ve brought him to his knees if he still had knees. Her once bright and pure light was dim and gray. Her warmth was gone, replaced by a chill that said she was giving up. Of all the things he’d thought would happen without him in the world, Emma losing all hope had never entered his mind. Whatever it was about her, that exceptional ingredient that made her just a little better than most, had done what no other person, place, or threat of death had been able to do. It had made Andrew O’Brien, the traitor, want to be a better a person. And although it was too late for him, there was no way he would let it be too late for her.
    Doing the only thing he could think of, Andrew sucked up all his pride and ‘thought’ as loud as he could.
    “All right, Dad, you were right! I fucked up! Now, how do I fix it? Not for me but for Emma. I can’t take it, Dad. This is my fault. I have to fix it.”
    He waited and waited and…waited. Listening to silence. Praying for answers. Wishing he could pace. Just about to call for his father again, he heard the words that would haunt him for all of eternity.
    “My heart can’t beat without him. Please just let it end…”
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE
    “I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m guessing it’s the only way you’ll stop beating on that stupid door.”
    Emma uncurled from the ball she’d wound herself into almost four days ago to ward off the pain of feeling her mate die. She rolled out of bed and padded towards the door, not bothering to brush her hair or change her clothes.
    I could care less what I look like. I just want whoever is at my door to go away.
    Opening the bedroom door, she pulled back and slammed her eyes shut. The midday sun was more than she’d bargained for. With her hand shielding her eyes and the wall for support, Emma slowly made her way to the front door, threw it open, and stared.
    “Hey, Emma. We came to see how you’re doing,” Sydney, Lance and Samantha’s daughter, remarked as she rushed by. Emma knew they were just being kind and caring, but none of that seemed to matter at the moment. 
    “Sydney, get back here,” Sam called over Emma’s shoulder before turning to the young woman and adding, “What my over exuberant daughter meant to say was…we came to see if you need anything.”
    “Yes, I need to be alone.” Emma scowled, and turned away from Sam, hoping to hide the tears that were filling her eyes. No one understood how she felt. Hell, Emma wasn’t sure if she understood, but the fact remained, she felt as if a part of her heart and soul had died right along with Andrew.
    Patting her shoulder, Sam stepped over the threshold and waited while Emma secured the door. She could feel the young doctor close at her back and rolled her eyes, then immediately felt bad. They were there because they cared, something most people would be thankful for, but right now it just exacerbated her pain and loneliness.
    Her world had been turned upside-down. Her heart was crushed. She was one raw nerve of misery and the worst part was, it was over the traitor; the one that had betrayed them all. It defied explanation. Even as her mate he’d brought her nothing but pain. She hadn’t even laid eyes on him until he was already dead.
    But none of that mattered when she’d touched his soul; Emma had felt the real Andrew. The one the man himself had been running from all those years. The one that wasn’t thinking of