Chapters (28)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of
- Titles by Lexi Blake
- Dedication
- prologue
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- acknowledgments
- Coming Soon
- about the author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“How can you say she’s sheltered? Do you know what she’s been through?”
“I know she’s willing to sit in that chair instead of trying to walk. I know she’s willing to give up all her dreams because it seems easier than doing the work. Honestly, even if she was going to spend the rest of her life in that chair, she can go to college. People do it all the time. She can have a life. She can be strong and independent.”
Armie’s eyes widened. “You do want to get rid of her.”
“Are you kidding me? Because I want to help her have a life I’m some villain plotting to exile my rival? What world are you living in?”
“Obviously not the same one you’re in,” he shot back. “Here we don’t harass people we love. We don’t break them.”
“She’s already broken, Armie. We’re all broken. Every single one of us. How we put ourselves back together and move on is the measure of our souls. Don’t take this fight from her. This is her life. Do you think I haven’t seen this? My mother said she would get clean. She said she would start tomorrow and tomorrow never came, and that’s how she spent most of her life, letting it waste away.”
He shook his head. “Do not compare my daughter to your drug-addicted mother.”
“Why not? She’s addicted to that chair. Do you know how many people who have no choice would kill to be in her place? To be able to do the work, to feel the pain so they might have a chance to walk again? Tell her. Tell her to be brave. Tell her to try. Tell her to make you proud by being the warrior you raised her to be. Don’t let one moment define the rest of her life.”
Well, she’d definitely left doctor mode behind, but she wasn’t going to cry. She could feel the tears right there, but she couldn’t make this fight about her. It was about Noelle.
“It already did, and I’m not going to put her through this.” Armie stepped back. “I’m taking my daughter home now. I hope she’s welcome back in this facility because I do understand she needs maintenance therapy, but I don’t want you in charge of her sessions anymore. She needs to go back to Tanya.”
He wasn’t going to listen to her? Maybe she needed to step back and come at this from another angle. They were both emotional at this point. They needed to calm down, get a glass of wine, and logically discuss this. “Of course she’s welcome.”
He stared at her for a moment. “She’s my daughter, Lila.”