The whole ride back home, my mind was in scrambles.
Everything had gone wrong right from the hospital, when my bubble of denial finally popped.
She'd remained tucked in her room since we got back about an hour ago, but even in her absence she still invaded my thoughts.
Keeping her next to me was selfish, especially since her life would be at constant risk. But she'd made her choice, and while I would never admit it, a part of me knew that I would have hunted her down if she'd chosen to leave.
"Sir, were you listening?" Ruth clicked her polished black heels against the tiles of my home office. "Mr Wayne is here."
My eyes snapped up, my mind still riddled with images of Ariella. Images of her face so close to mine.
"Jason's here? Why?" Her black suit blended perfectly with the dim ba
