Chapter 45 Forty Five
- ARIEL’S POV
- We barely spoke on the way back. Just light things. His hand stayed on mine the whole time—steady, warm, no pressure. And I just leaned into it. I was still sore, a little lightheaded, but being near him made the weight of everything fade. The hospital walls, the blood, the stab—none of it mattered now. We were heading home. Finally,
- When we got there, he didn’t wait for anyone. Didn’t call a maid or a nurse or pack help. He wheeled me straight into the room like he already knew what I needed. Laid the supplies out on the table, then moved in front of me with soft fingers and steady eyes.