"You two won’t be together! I won’t allow it!" Avery roared, fury twisting his face.
I didn’t flinch. “Who I want to be with is none of your business,” I snapped, then slammed my foot into his shin.
Avery howled in pain and dropped to his knees.
“Get out of the way.” My voice was cold as steel. No hesitation. No mercy. I grabbed Kane’s wheelchair handles and pushed past him, our pace slow—but deliberate.
Avery could only watch us walk away, helpless and fuming. But I knew that look in his eyes: he wasn’t giving up. He would find a way to tear us apart.
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I wasn’t in the mood to keep shopping. The confrontation had drained me. So I took Kane to a quiet furniture store and ordered the one thing I needed: an oversized wooden bathtub—for medicinal baths. The price was decent, and deliv
