HUNTER
Stepping into the penthouse, I headed straight for the bedroom while everything the doctor said about Nik replayed in my mind. I dragged a suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed, stuffing clothes inside without folding them, telling myself that there was nothing for me here.
But then I froze when something hit me. This was my penthouse. Nik had bought it for me, which meant I didn’t have to go anywhere. Nik could leave.
I let out a short, bitter laugh at the thought of him leaving; he couldn't walk. f*****g Nikolai. Another thought occurred. How desperate and vulnerable would Nik be when he awoke to the news of his paralysis?
Would he be so vulnerable that he would allow me to explain that what he saw on that footage was not what he expected? Would he believe me if I
