Zique walked through his front door, hands stuffed in his pockets. His way back home seemed much longer than his way out, but perhaps it was because he was deep in thought; buried in a thick muddle of anxiety.

He was a wreck and that was something he shouldn’t be. For years he had anticipated his death, the only thing he wanted before dying was a child and it was suppose to be the same now.

However, it wasn’t. He didn’t want to die, his thoughts were completely different from back then because somebody else was included in them.

Kiara...he kept thinking about her despite the fact that he shouldn’t.

How would she feel after his death?

What would she do?

He had two days left to live, he knew that the only thing he should be thinking about was an heir and yet his head was full of someone who’s love couldn’t even save him from his curse.

Sighing, his steps led him further into the house and then into the living room where he heard Gabe’s and Damion’s voice.

As usual, they were sitting co