Chapter 118 The Funeral
- RHEA'S POV.
- It was dreadfully dark in the sky above, and the clouds were crying around me. Heavy drops of freezing rain were hitting me in the face but I didn't have the strength to wipe them away, and I didn't care how cold I was. My black dress and coat was soaking, my boats were nearly ankle deep in the muddy.
- But none of it mattered.