Chapter 340
Tristan
So I nodded stiffly and let him do his examination.
Every test came back clean.
Every injury healed.
Every wound closed like the bike crash had never happened, like I hadn’t spent hours unconscious while my body tried and failed to repair itself fast
enough.
“Remarkable,” Dr. Ben murmured as he checked the place where I knew my skull had been fractured. “Completely healed, not even any swelling or bruising, I’ve never seen anything like this p>
“So I can leave,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
‘You can,” Dr. Ben agreed. “But you’ll need to use a wheelchair when we take you back through the hospital, the staff there will expect it given how you arrived and we don’t want to raise any questions. ”
I hated the idea of being wheeled around like an invalid when I felt fine, better than fine actually, when every cell in my body was practically vibrating
with health and strength.
But I understood the need for discretion so I nodded.
“Whatever gets us out of here faster,” I said.
A nurse brought in a wheelchair and I transferred into it, fighting every instinct that told me to just stand up and walk out on my own two feet.
The ride to Orion’s place was tense and silent.
I sat in the back of Derek’s car with Athena beside me and every time I looked at her I felt that anger surge again, mixing with something softer and more terrifying, something that felt too much like the fear I’d seen in her eyes when she was crying over me.
She kept glancing at me then looking away, her fingers twisting together in her lap in that nervous gesture she had, and I wanted to reach out and take her hand, wanted to pull her close and never let go.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
Not when I was still so angry and scared and confused about what she’d done, about what it meant, about what the consequences might be.
Orion’s house was dark when we pulled up and I felt a flash of relief that the kids weren’t home.
Thank god for that at least.
Whatever was about to happen here didn’t need an audience of curious children asking questions we couldn’t answer.
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Chapter 340
At least now I could get as angry as I wanted without worrying about scaring them.
I knew what I must look like, knew my face was probably hard and closed off and radiating the fury I was barely keeping contained, but I couldn’t help
Couldn’t pretend everything was fine when it so clearly wasn’t.
Orion led us into the living room and I transferred from the wheelchair to the couch, my body moving easily despite everything it had been through, despite the fact that just hours ago I’d been broken and bleeding.
Everyone settled into seats around me.
Athena on the other end of the couch, keeping distance between us that felt both necessary and wrong.
Orion in the armchair looking exhausted and guilty.
Derek and Sarah on the loveseat watching everything with careful eyes.
They were all looking at me like they were waiting for something, like they knew the explosion was coming and were bracing for impact.
I took a breath and tried to organize my thoughts, tried to figure out how to explain what I was feeling when I could barely understand it myself.
“How could you let her do that?” I asked Orion, my voice coming out low and dangerous.
The words hung in the air between us, sharp and accusing.
“Tristan…” Athena started but I held up a hand without looking at her.
“Not you,” I said. “Him p>
Orion met my eyes steadily, not flinching from the anger he must have seen there. “She insisted p>
“She insisted, I repeated, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “And you just went along with it, you just let your pregnant sister use powers we don’t understand on me when it could have hurt her or the babies. ”
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2/2 Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.