<b>Chapter </b><b>515 </b>
<b>E’s </b>POV
I opened my <b>eyes </b><b>slowly</b>. <b>I </b>couldn’t tell if the hospital room was brighter than I remembered or if I had slept through an entire day. Sunlight was streaming through the blinds and <b>casting </b>stripes <b>across </b>the white sheets. My <b>throat </b>felt like sandpaper when I swallowed<b>. </b>
Groaning softly, I tried to sit up. But a hand gently pushed me back down.
“Easy.” Alexander’s voice came from beside me, and I turned my head <b>to </b>see him sitting in a chair next <b>to </b>the bed. He looked like he’d been through hell. His face was bruised and <b>cut</b><b>, </b>one eye swollen <b>nearly </b>shut. There was <b>a </b>bandage wrapped around his forehead, and his clothes were torn and stained with blood.
But he was smiling at me.
“You’re awake,” he said softly. He reached out and took my hand in his,cing his fingers through mine<b>. </b><b>“</b>Thank the Goddess<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“What… happened?” My voice came out hoarse and cracked. I swallowed and tried again. <b>“</b><b>I</b>… I remember Richard, and Liam, and then-”
<b>“</b><b>You </b>tlined,” Alexander said. “The doctors had to resuscitate you. You’ve been <b>out </b>for almost twelve <b>hours</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Twelve hours. I blinked, trying to gather my reeling thoughts. Thest thing <b>I </b>remembered was copsing on the floor. <b>I </b>remembered blood, and…
“Liam<b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>gasped, sitting bolt upright. Pain shot through my chest<b>, </b>but I ignored it<b>, </b>whirling toward Alexander<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Is </b>he-”
“He’s alive,” Alexander said quickly, helping mey back down. “He’s being treated in another room. The knife wound <b>was </b>deep, but the doctors say he’ll make a full recovery<b>. </b>He’s going to be okay<b>, </b>E.”
Relief flooded through me so fast that I felt lightheaded. I sank back against the pillows<b>, </b>closing my <b>eyes</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>And Richard?”
<b>“</b><b>He </b>was taken into custody.” Alexander’s voice turned cold. “He’s not going to hurt <b>you </b>again. Or anyone <b>else</b><b>, </b>for that matter<b>.</b><b>” </b>
I opened my <b>eyes </b>and looked at him. He looked like he’d been put through a meat grinder. <b>“</b>What happened <b>to </b><b>you</b>?” I <b>croaked</b><b>. </b>
He let out a long breath and scrubbed his hands over his <b>face. </b><b>“</b>Richard’s supporters tried <b>to </b><b>stop </b><b>me </b>from getting <b>to </b>you. They ran me off the road. My car crashed, and I had to shift and run the rest of the <b>way </b>here on foot.” He paused<b>, </b><b>jaw </b>working momentarily before he went on, “I got here<b>, </b>though.”
I felt sick. Alexander had nearly died trying to get to me. We’d both nearly died. Liam had nearly <b>died</b>. Again.
Alexander cleared his throat<b>. </b>“E<b>,</b><b>” </b>he said quietly, <b>“</b>there was fire-”
“I know<b>,</b><b>” </b>I interrupted. My voice cracked<b>, </b><b>and </b>I felt fresh tears burning behind my eyes. <b>“</b>She’s gone.
Alexander’s expression softened. “I’m sorry<b>, </b>E. She ran into the fire to save Lucien. No one could stop her.”
The <b>tears </b>spilled over then before I could stop them. Alexander moved to sit on <b>the </b><b>edge </b><b>of </b>the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I buried my <b>face </b>in his chest and just<b>… </b>sobbed. He held <b>me </b>tight the entire time and didn’t let go even once.
<b>“</b>I’m sorry<b>,</b><b>” </b>he murmured. <b>“</b>I’m so sorry<b>, </b>E<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“At <b>least </b><b>I </b><b>got </b><b>to </b>say goodbye<b>,</b>” I choked <b>out</b>. “At least I had that.”
We stayed like that for a long time. Eventually<b>, </b><b>my </b>tears slowed<b>, </b><b>and </b>I pulled <b>back </b>just enough <b>to </b><b>look </b><b>up </b>at him. His <b>expression </b><b>was </b>strained.
“<b>About </b>Jane.” <b>His </b>throat <b>bobbed</b>.
I stiffened<b>, </b>remembering those pictures <b>all </b><b>too </b>well.
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“I know what you saw looked bad,” Alexander said, “but it wasn’t what you think. Jane was… She was working with Richard. He employed her to seduce me, hoping that you would leave me. That you would return to him.”
I looked away quickly, suddenly feeling guilty. I’d been so quick to assume the worst. So quick to think that he’d betrayed me when all along, it had just been another one of Richard’s schemes to tear us apart.
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<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.