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He continued before I could say anything. “Just leave me here. You need to go to the convention. Whatever happens to me, you can’t give up your future for me.”

“YOU ARE MY FUTURE!” I shouted. My lips trembled as warm wet streaks fell down my face.

Hunter’s eyes went wide and then he looked down into his lap. I sobbed, my entire body shaking with emotion.

As I cried, rage boiled in my chest.

This isn’t fair.

We were so close to our happy ending. Hunter didn’t deserve this. He deserved so much more. I didn’t know if I could give it to him, but it didn’t matter. Hunter needed me now more than anything and I wasn’t going to let him push me away. Even if it hurt me. Even if it broke me.

He sucked in a lungful of air and ran his hands through his hair.

I let myself cry, sobs coursing through my body. Hunter didn’t say anything, his face somber.

After I cried myself out, I took a few deep shuddering breaths to steady myself. Then I looked into his soft gray eyes and started with a shaky voice. “Hunter, you’re right. It is different now. Things have changed.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“But you haven’t changed and I haven’t changed. The way we feel about each other hasn’t changed either. I promised to be by your side no matter what and I’m not leaving now. I love you, Hunter.”

We sat there in silence, while my words hung in the air between us. He had been there for me, through so many things. He had absorbed so much of my pain and helped me heal, and now it was my turn to help him. I knew that I wasn’t over my own issues yet, but I couldn’t let them distract me from Hunter. He needed one hundred percent of me right now.

It was terrifying, and I could hardly even think about what our future together would be like now, but I wasn’t going give up. Hunter never gave up on me, even when I pushed him away, even when I hurt him. I wasn’t going to give up on him either.

Finally Hunter nodded slowly and let out a long breath.

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for my hands and holding them to his lips. “I love you too. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“No, I’m the lucky one,” I choked out. “Just don’t ever try to get rid of me like that again, okay?”

His gray eyes looked to me with piercing intensity and he squeezed my hand tightly. “I won’t. I promise.”

I stared deep into his eyes, hoping that we would be brave enough to face the challenges to come.





Chapter Twenty-one

CHANGES




I was in a hospital room. The white walls and searing bright lights stretched away into the distance. Hunter lay in the one bed at the center of the room and I sat in a chair maybe ten feet away from it. Wicked looking surgical instruments lay on a cart nearby.

What’s going on?

Other than the chair, the hospital bed and the surgical cart, there was no other furniture in the room.

Something wasn’t right. I didn’t remember Hunter’s hospital room being nearly this large. And why were there surgical instruments out? Hunter wasn’t going into surgery.

I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed. He was lying on his side, his back turned to me, his torso rising and falling slowly. Probably asleep.

Then I looked down to where his legs were. Blood seeped through the sheets, spreading rapidly until it soaked through the entire bottom of the bed. In a panic, I reached for the sheets and pulled them off. His legs were gone. Two bloody stumps were all that remained.

I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.

Hunter was stirring. He turned around slowly, but his face looked different. Icy chills shot through my veins from head to toe.

That’s not Hunter.

Marco’s face stared at me, his eyes wide and crazed. I stumbled backward and fell.

Then his mouth opened to speak.

“I hope you’re recovering well.”



My eyes sprang open. I sucked in lungfuls of air, trying to steady my breathing. My heart pounded against my ribcage and a slick layer of sweat covered my forehead.

I was still in a hospital room, but this one was normal sized and dimly lit. Hunter lay a few feet away from me, sleeping soundly. His eyes were closed and peaceful. This was definitely Hunter. His legs were fully intact, and one foot stuck out from under the sheet. My face was hot and I felt ashamed of myself. Why did I even need to check? I was like a kid scared of the dark.

Tears blurred my eyes and I wiped them away. The collar of my shirt was soaked with sweat, and my skin felt clammy.

I hope you’re recovering well.

I shivered. The hospital’s filtered air was too cold. It was okay. Hunter was going to be okay. We would be okay. I repeated it to myself like a mantra.