All Chapters of Addicted to His Rejected Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

[Sera]Silas drove the way he did everything. Without excess. No tire squeal pulling out. No dramatic acceleration on the highway. Just a steady velocity that felt faster than the speedometer showed, like the car itself had agreed to cooperate.The rain was heavy now. Not Seattle's usual mist but real rain, the kind that turns windshields into waterfalls between wiper strokes. I sat behind Silas. Killian sat behind the passenger seat. Between us, the middle seat held his phone, face-up, tracking the route.Nobody spoke for the first ten mi

[Sera]The paramedics arrived before the police. I don't know who called them. Silas, probably. He was on the phone while I knelt on a carpet that had turned warm and dark under my knees, pressing both hands against Killian's chest while Lulu screamed from the rocking chair where I'd set her down because I needed both hands and couldn't hold them both at the same time.That was the choice. Hold your daughter or keep a man's blood inside his body. I chose the blood. Lulu screamed and I chose the blood, and if that is a thing I have to carry for the rest of my life, then fine. Add it to the pile.

[Killian]I was in a room with no walls.Not darkness. Darkness has edges, corners, the suggestion of something beyond it. This was gray. A flat, featureless gray that extended in every direction without variation or end. Like standing inside a piece of paper that someone forgot to write on.I couldn't feel my body. Not numbness. Absence. The place where my hands should be was just more gray, and when I tried to move there was no feedback, no muscle or bone or resistance to push against. Just intention with nothing to act on.

[Sera]Two weeks later, I brought tea to the wrong shop.Not wrong. Different. I'd been making two cups every evening since Killian came home from the hospital: one for me, one for him. The first night I carried them across the sidewalk, he'd looked at the cup like I'd handed him a contract he didn't know how to read. By the fourth night it was just routine. Close Vance's. Boil water. Walk twelve feet. Sit.He was at the workbench. Left arm still in a sling, though Nakamura said he could take it off next week. He was sanding something with

[Sera]Spring arrived in Seattle the way it always does. Reluctantly, and then all at once.Three months after the hospital. The cherry blossoms on our block opened on a Tuesday, and by Wednesday the sidewalk between Vance's and Voss & Grain was carpeted in pink petals that stuck to everyone's shoes. Lulu collected them in fistfuls and deposited them in Killian's shop, which he pretended to mind and didn't.The Americano had become a ritual. Every morning. No charge. Killian would come in at 7:15, before the shop opened, and lean on th