I''m going to be discharged today. Doctor Maxwell had finally signed my discharge papers. I was d that I''m finally going home, even if a part of me knew that starting my life all over again won''t be easy. There''s the governor''s wife, which I have to deal with. She''s not the only one on the list of people who wanted me dead. I have a fairlyrge amount of enemies to deal with.


    But for the moment, I have to focus on my health and recover as fast as I can. So when the timees, I could face my enemy''s head on.


    "Alexandria?" I looked up and found Doctor Max entering from the door. "I knocked, but you didn''t respond, so I entered, thinking you were asleep."


    I must be so preupied with my thoughts that I haven''t heard the knock.


    "Lucas will be here soon." Max said, and as if on cue, the door did open and Lucas came inside the room. He was wearing a in gray t-shirt and jeans. He''s not working today, I thought to myself as I watched him strode to the bed. In response to his presence, my heart somersault inside my chest.


    "I have to deliver some bad news to you." Doctor Max said. Lucas quietly watched my reaction with that intent hazel-green eyes of his.


    Up to this point, after receiving more than a dozen death threats these past few days and learning that I''d been a mistress, there''s nothing that could surprise me now.


    "After the operation we performed on your heel, you won''t be able to perform ballet again." The Doctor sympathetically said.


    I looked at the bandage on my feet and wondered if it was the bad news Doctor Maxwell was talking about. I found myself relieved at the thought. Ballet sounded so boring to me. I''m too old for that.


    "I''m d, Doctor." I mumbled absentmindedly as I added, "I thought you would tell me you needed to cut my feet off."


    Doctor Maxughed. "No, of course not." He replied, mirth danced in his eyes.


    "I don''t care if I don''t perform ballet again. As long as I still have my feet, that''s fine with me." I told him and something that resembled relief crossed on his face.


    I didn''t look at Lucas, even if I knew he was looking at me. It would be best to ignore his presence because it will make me even more ufortable if I look back at him.


    There was a knock on the door before it opened and a man in his forties entered. He was wearing a ck formal uniform. "The car is ready, Mr. Alexander." The man said.


    "Thank you, Thompson. We will be there shortly." Lucas replied. The man he called Thompson nodded his head before leaving.


    Lucas came to me. Before I could ask what he was doing, he lifted me from the bed like a fragile doll and lowered me to the swivel chair.


    The contact was short and swift, but it left me reeling in shock at the electrifying sensation his touch sparked on my skin. Without a word, Lucas pushed the wheelchair to the door.


    Doctor Max apanied us to the parking area.


    "Don''t forget to take your medicine, Alexandria." Doctor Maxwell reminded me of it when we finally reached the car.


    "I promise, I won''t." I replied and briefly thanked him for his kindness, as I gave him a genuine smile. He looked surprised that I smiled at him, but soon he recovered and smiled back.


    Lucas once again lifted me from the wheelchair, then transferred me inside the passenger seat. The feeling of his fingers against my skinsted for only seconds, but it still made my pulse jitter and made my heart race like crazy.


    He closed the door and went to talk to Doctor Maxwell. I couldn''t hear what they were talking about, so I gave up the efforts to make out what they were talking about and leaned back on the seat.


    Thompson was already seated in the driver''s seat and was waiting for Lucas to enter the car. Finally, when the conversation he had with the Doctor ended, he entered the car. He sat beside me. The space inside the car seems smaller with him inside it.


    Thompson started the ignition, and the engine roared to life.


    I waved to Doctor Max until the car skittered out of the parking area then out of the hospital''s vicinity. I turned my head to the window and looked up to the sky. An ugly stretch of thick gray clouds hovered above us, promising a rainy day.


    Feeling that someone was looking at me, I subconsciously turned to my right and found Lucas gazing at me with a frown on his forehead. Only inches apart from each other, I could see his hazel-green eyes much clearer. They looked more beautiful and brighter now. But the intensity of his eyes as it bore on me made me look away again.


    To distract myself, I turned my back at him, and focused my attention on the endless stretch of green scenery right outside the window of the car. The scene could have been so beautiful with the streak of sunshine to provide glow and color. But the clouds are dark, making the view lonely.


    The ploy to distract myself didn''t work at all. It only made me feel more aware of Lucas''s presence. Proud and tall, muscles rippled under a snug-fitted shirt stretched beside me like a king seated into a throne. His very presence constricted the tiny space inside the car, limiting my movements.


    The Heat radiating from his body and the hard muscles of his thigh slightly brushing against my own instantly turns my throat into Sahara desert reminding me of his presence all the time.


    The journey was long and despite not doing nothing I felt tired. I fluttered my heavy eyelids, fighting the urge to sumb to the charm of sleep and yet in the end I failed. Eyelids closing, head leaning on Lucas''s shoulders, I fell asleep.