The engine roared to life as I sped down the forest roads, but I couldn’t see past the storm of betrayal in my mind. The impact came too fast. Pain exploded through me as metal twisted and glass shattered.
Then, I called for my wolf to shift and heal both of us, but it was too late.
The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. My limbs felt heavy, my skin raw with pain. I blinked against the harsh hospital lights, my body weak but my mind sharp. And then I saw Trent.
He sat at my bedside, gripping my hand like his lifeline. His golden eyes—eyes I once adored—were red-rimmed, filled with something that almost looked like regret.
“Lucy,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Why? Why were you driving like that? You could’ve died!”
I stared at him. He kissed my fingers, then my forehead, his touch as gentle as ever, yet it felt like a sharp silver knife piercing my skin.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again. I can’t lose you.”
I almost laughed. He played the part so well.
I forced a weak smile and murmured, “I’m fine.”
Relief flooded his face. He leaned closer, brushing my cheek with his thumb, whispering how much he loved me, how much I meant to him.