Over the past two days, Arthur had been laid to rest. People from across the world, even strangers who'd never heard of him, came to Barbados to pay their respects. Meanwhile, the Rover family held a private funeral, burying Arthur beside his wife, who'd died sixteen years prior.
Only a handful came to the private ceremony. Word was that Haven attended, but Scar couldn't locate her in the sparse crowd. Purple couldn't find her either, despite hoping for a conversation.
Emma had woken up, finally, and was strong enough to be at the funeral.
That was the pleasant news, and Scar had held onto it for exactly as long as it lasted. Then Julien ended up in the infirmary. Good things in this particular season of his life had a habit of coming with a price tag attached.
Right after the funeral, Julien had gone straight into training, pushing hard at his Protector State, trying to nail it down. But something slipped.
