From His Silent Bride to the Queen of Comebacks

fever had subsided, her bod

s, she vaguely sensed someone pushing the door

to see who it was-but no matter how h

hink too much w

rustration welled up in her chest, and she couldn't help thinking about her

very person on her mind was

. His gaze bore down on Lydia, whose che

buried in his pocket, the other g

done his best to avoid thinking about her. Even when he found out

ay dog and dragging it out for walks come ra

minded himself: she br

dn't stop that quiet, li

was, slipping into he

in feverish murmurs, his c

still tilted forward slightly, ey

shifted-his face darkening, jaw tightening

ething, voice hoarse

ze. Then, without thinking, he grabbe

a. Wa

espo

oice low and cold

l no

a word, he crossed the room an

e room like a blade-shar

flin

e, blinking against the sudden

up, confused and we

, his silhouette framed by the ha

was unreadabl

ou here?" her

low. "Still dreaming of your kill

ike a punch to the

ydia tried to fight back,

he caused a tragedy, but he's still

t sarcasm by now, but no matter how many t

in this damn hospital ten years ago. And I lost my leg here too-ten years ago! And you

with fury, his

ntly, spilling down like a

e she re

had both died in this hos

rything in her life

t with Henry around. She had to hide. To stay qu

nough for him. What mo

wave, stealing her breath. The

ispered, voice ragged. "Then just kill me a

ghtened. He stepped forward and

opped

at him, tear-s

and d

face away, b

aid hoarsely. "You don