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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

I'm so embarrassed, I try to avert my eyes, but he won't let me, tipping my chin up so all I see is him.

"Tell me you saved your lips for me," he rasps, his hungry eyes on my lips.

"Yes," I whisper.

He smirks.

"You're telling me everything I need to hear, Luce." Leaning further in, his mouth stops next to my ear. "Me too."

I don't get to question him on what he means as he points to the time.

"We need to leave," he says, taking my hand in his. "Lead the way, Luce."

I give him a smile, once more marveling at the fact that he's really here, with me. It was something I would have never dared hope for, yet something I wished for ardently.

As we take Nikki's car to go to the nearby village for an errand, he tells me about his cover story and how he'd managed to get an invite to Sergio's banquet by pretending to be a high-level investor interested in the inauguration of his new drug.

"What happened to you, Nikki? What happened after you left?" I muster the courage to ask. His features darken instantly, and he averts his gaze.

"I would have come earlier for you. Believe me that I wouldn't have taken so long if it hadn't been out of my hands."

"What do you mean?" I whisper, almost afraid to know.

"I made it home all right." A dry smile tugs at his lips. "But within a day, I was in an accident that might not have been much of an accident."

"Nikki." I turn to him, my eyes widening with worry.

"I was in a coma until a couple of months ago," he admits.

"What? Are you okay now? My God, Nikki..."

My heart is hammering in my chest at the thought of him in the hospital, fighting between life and death. Even before, when I'd never thought I would see him again, at least I was fine thinking he was happily living his life somewhere in the world. But to hear that it hadn't been the case? That he...

"There was something wrong with my head, but I'm fine now." He keeps one hand on the wheel, grabbing my hand with the other. "I'm not entirely sure what happened while I was in the coma, but you were there, with me."

"I was?" I blink.

He nods wistfully.

"I don't remember everything, but I know you were with me every day. We were by a waterfall, and I would lay my head on your lap while you'd tell me stories."

"That's... I don't know what to say, Nikki. I'm flattered," I murmur, a blush staining my cheeks. "I didn't realize you thought about me that way back then."