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Chapter 68
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Author’s POV Darlington could not pull his eyes away from that frayed piece of leather if a gun were pressed to his temple.It was thin, cracked, and digging tight into the pale skin of Natalie’s wrist, clearly outgrown years ago. But it was the charm woven into the center knot that made the room tilt.A tiny custom-cast silver bead. An anchor crossed with an ivy leaf—the crest of the de Clare family’s summer estate outside Normandy.No, his brain screamed, the pulse thumping hard behind his ears. No. It’s a coincidence. A cheap knockoff. An antique stall trinket.Except it wasn’t.His grandfather had commissioned four of them in the nineties. One for Darlington’s mother, one for his aunt, one for him, and one tiny custom miniature fastened around the ankle of an eight-month-old baby girl named Clara before she was taken from her crib in the dead of winter.Darlington’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers twitched toward the girl’s wrist, desperate to touch the tarnished metal,
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Tabitha’s POV The plastic handle of the bakery bag dug into my palm, but I didn’t care.I pushed through the glass doors of Saint Jude’s at seven in the morning, holding a large paper cup of dark roast in one hand and a canvas tote packed with clean clothes, wet wipes, and two sketchbooks for Natalie in the other.When I slipped into Room 412, the sight waiting for me made my chest squeeze with a stubborn ache.Bradley was still in the same clothes from yesterday. His gray hoodie was rumpled, his dark hair sticking up like he’d been running his hands through it all night, and the purple bruises of exhaustion under his eyes looked deep. He was hunched forward on that hard vinyl chair, rubbing his forehead with both thumbs.“Bradley,” I said softly, stepping inside.He jerked his head up, blinking hard against the morning light. The second his eyes found mine, the tight line of his shoulders dropped a little.“Tabby,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re here early.”“Someone had to make
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Bradley’s POV I had spent two straight hours arguing with Marcus over the phone before the sun was even fully up.“I don’t give a damn about the HOA rules on the gates, Marcus,” I said, pacing the narrow space between Natalie’s hospital bed and the window. “I want two uniformed guards at the private entrance of the estate around the clock, and a private van with dark windows waiting at the Saint Jude’s ambulance bay the second the doctors sign her discharge papers.”“Brad, the press has already backed off since the hit-and-run driver was charged,” Marcus sighed. “You’re turning your house into a fortress.”“Good. Build a moat next,” I said, and hung up before he could start another lecture about money.“You’re pacing like a caged bear, Brad. It’s giving me motion sickness.”I turned around.Natalie sat propped against three pillows, her left leg in a big purple cast, arms crossed over her hospital gown. She glared at the plastic nightstand where I had put her laptop out of reach on
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Author’s POV Why do you look at me like you know me?The question hit Darlington hard, knocking the air right out of his lungs.He had faced guns on the docks in Marseille. He had sat across from dangerous men in Zurich while bodyguards watched every move. None of that had ever made his hands shake like this.Natalie stared at him from the hospital bed. The new gold headphones sat crooked around her neck. Her dark eyes cut straight through the polite mask he had worn for twelve years.He swallowed and kept his hands still against the folded coat in his lap.“You remind me of someone, Natalie,” he said, keeping his voice steady and free of the European accent he usually used. “Someone very important to me.”She didn’t blink. She tilted her chin, blue braids spilling over the white pillow, and asked the hardest question right away.“Is she dead?”His throat closed up.Is she?How many nights had he stared at hotel ceilings in Berlin or London asking that same question until sunrise? H
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Tabitha’s POV The morning light creeping through the pediatric ward blinds was that dull, pale gray that made everything look washed out.I was curled in a stiff vinyl armchair with my swollen feet propped on a plastic stool, my hand resting over the tight ache of my belly. Across from me, Bradley hadn’t shifted an inch. His elbows were dug into his knees, his chin resting against his folded hands, staring at Natalie’s face like he could keep her heart beating through sheer, stubborn willpower alone.Then, the small fingers under the white sheet twitched.A tiny, gravelly groan broke the steady hum of the cardiac monitor.Bradley was on his feet so fast the chair legs shrieked against the linoleum. “Nat? Bluey, can you hear me?”Natalie’s eyelids fluttered, squeezing shut against the fluorescent glare before cracking open. Her dark eyes were cloudy, unfocused, darting around the sterile ceiling tiles before landing squarely on the plastic tray table beside the bed, where a nurse had
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Author’s POV Ava’s hands were still shaking so badly she couldn’t even shove her phone into her blazer pocket.The surgeon had said stable. He had used the word twice, and her knees had nearly folded right there on the ICU tile.She turned the corner near the empty recovery annex, the smell of rubbing alcohol and industrial bleach burning the back of her throat.Julian was leaning against the concrete pillar by the staff elevators. His dark wool sweater was wrinkled, the white medical tape over his inner elbow stark against his pale skin, his head tipped back against the plaster like he didn’t have the energy to keep his skull upright.Before her legal brain could chime in with twenty different reasons to keep her hands to herself, her feet moved.She walked straight up to him and threw her arms around his neck.Julian froze for half a second. Then, with a ragged, shuddering exhale that rattled through his ribs, his arms came around her waist. He pulled her in hard, burying his face
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