[Nikolai]
I couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty for that outburst earlier.
The moment the words had left my mouth, the moment I’d slapped Isolde’s hand away like some petulant child, I’d regretted it.
I hoped I could apologize the moment she got back.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Right now, Isolde was the only person I had left. The only person willing to stick by my side no matter the outcome, no matter how bleak things looked.
The only person who still believed we could find a way to get my legs back.
She’d chosen me over finding her son. That thought still hit me like a punch to the gut every time I remembered it.
She’d been given the choice—reunite with the child she’d spent years searching for, or stay with me, a crippled failure who couldn’t even stand on his own two f
