Planned

Erasmi turned away from the brothers and looked down, slowly clenching his hands as he said," I'll go and make arrangements for the funeral."

Just then the Butler stepped in," There is no need, young master Erasmi. The old master has made all the arrangements."

Erasmi stared at Thomas and nodded slowly. The old bas*ard had to be so controlling that he did not even trust them with his funeral. Anger and grief continued to war inside Erasmi and the distraction of making the arrangements was also taken away from him.

***

The funeral was a silent and somber affair. Elijah Frost had made every arrangement for the funeral, making it clear that he would be as independent in death as he had been in life.

As the casket was lowered into the earth, the air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Erasmi, Ian, Seb, Gabe and Lucien all stood together silently watching, while Demetri stood on the other side, his hand tight around Nora's.