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“How are you feeling? Any pain? Nausea? The doctors said wolfsbane poisoning can cause lasting effects-
“I’m fine, Mom.” I caught her hand gently. “Much better now.”
Marcus cleared his throat. “We should probably thank Sable. The nurse told us she stayed here all night, refusing to leave even when the nurses suggested she rest.”
Katherine’s expression didn’t soften. Her eyes flicked briefly toward Sable-a cold, dismissive glance-before returning to me.
“Speaking of which,” I said, studying my mother’s face carefully, “was Blair found? Is she safe?”
“Yes, thank God,” Katherine replied. “The rescue teams pulled her from the lake. She’s here in the hospital too, recovering. The poor thing was asking about you constantly when she woke up this morning.”
“The important thing is that you’re recovering,” Katherine continued. “I brought fresh clothes and your favorite books. Staying in this place must be dreadful.”
I looked at Sable, noting the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. She’d spent the entire night in that uncomfortable chair, watching over me, and my mother was treating her like she didn’t exist.
“Sabi,” I said gently, “you look exhausted. You need to go home, shower, and get some real sleep.”
Sable nodded, rising slowly from the chair. I’ll see you later, then.”
When she reached the door, she paused and looked back at me with a small smile.
After the door closed behind her, I turned to face my mother. “You were rude to her.”
Katherine’s perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. “Rude? I was perfectly civil.”
“You acted like she wasn’t even in the room.”
“Caelan, I’m concerned about your health, not social pleasantries.” Katherine’s voice carried the tone that suggested any disagreement was unreasonable. “What matters is that you’re safe.”
“What matters is that you’re blaming the wrong person for what happened.” My voice hardened. “Sable isn’t responsible for my injuries.”
Katherine’s composure cracked slightly. “Oh really? Then who is? What’s wrong with caring about my own son?”
“The person responsible is Lucian.” I met her gaze steadily. “He orchestrated the entire attack.”
Marcus stepped forward. “Caelan, you can’t be certain-“
“I’m absolutely certain.” My voice dropped to a dangerous level. “Don’t worry-I’ll handle him myself.”
Marcus ran a hand through his graying hair. “Caelan, don’t let your anger make you cruel. Whatever he’s done, Lucian is still your brother.”
Katherine’s face went white with rage. “I wish I could kill him right now! Marcus, if you continue protecting your bastard son, I want a divorce. I mean it this time!”
I studied my father’s face, watching him struggle between his misguided sense of family loyalty and the reality of what Lucian had become.
I stared at my father in cold silence, saying nothing.
How pathetic, I thought, studying the man who’d raised me. He’s never really loved me, has he? Never cared about Mother either. After all these years, the only people he truly cares about are his mistress and that illegitimate son.
If it weren’t for his protection and indulgence, Lucian would never have gained enough power to dare strike back at me so boldly. Now I know-Lucian helped Blair escape specifically to use her to destroy my wedding. He’d arranged for those Rogues to target Sable, knowing I’d come to save her. The entire plan had been designed to either kill my future wife or force me into a situation where I might die protecting her.
Fine. If that’s how he wants to play this game, I’ll give him exactly what he’s asking for.
Another knock interrupted the tense silence,
“Caelan? May I come in?”
Blair’s voice drifted through the door, soft and uncertain.
“Come in,” I called.
Blair pushed the door open slowly. She wore a pale blue hospital gown, an IV tube taped to the back of her left hand. Her face was wan, her hair hanging limp around her shoulders. She moved carefully, as if every step required tremendous effort.
Katherine immediately rushed toward her. “Blair, darling! You shouldn’t be walking around. You need rest.”
“I’m okay,” Blair said quietly. Her eyes found mine, and I saw them fill with tears. “I had to see you. I had to make sure you were all right.”
She approached my bed with halting steps, her free hand pressed against her chest as if it physically hurt to breathe.
“Caelan, I’m so sorry. The tears began falling in earnest now, carving tracks down her pale cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about what happened since I was awake. About how selfish and stupid I’ve been.”
“Yes, you are.” I replied coldly.
She sank into the chair Sable had vacated, her shoulders shaking. “I was jealous. Insanely, irrationally jealous of what you and Sable have together. When I saw how desperately you love her, how you’d risk everything to protect her… it made me realize how foolish
I’ve been.”
Her voice broke completely. “I nearly got both of you killed with my selfish tantrum. If I hadn’t jumped, you would never have been separated from Sable. Those men wouldn’t have had a chance to hurt either of you.”
Katherine moved to stand behind Blair’s chair, placing protective hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, you were traumatized. No one blames you for being confused-“
“But I do blame myself,” Blair interrupted, looking directly at me. “I threatened to kill myself just to manipulate your emotions. What kind of person does that? What kind of person tries to destroy someone else’s happiness out of pure selfishness?”
I studied her face, seeing genuine anguish there. Blair had lost her mother when she was little. Perhaps she had mistakenly seen me as her emotional anchor, wrongly developing romantic feelings from what should have been a protective relationship.
She took a deep breath. “Sable makes you happy in a way I never could. I can see it in how you look at her, how you smile when she’s near. She brings out the best parts of you.”
I’m going back to the treatment center,” she said firmly. ‘I can’t keep hurting people I care about.”
The sincerity in her voice made something tight in my chest ease slightly. “That’s probably for the best.”
“I want you to be happy, Caelan. Truly happy.” Blair stood up carefully, steadying herself against the chair. “Take care of yourself, okay? And tell Sable I’m sorry. For everything.”
I nodded. “I will
Blair’s POV
I maintained my careful, pained pace until I was rete Katkowa to Caslan’s room and closed the door behind her.
The moment I confirmed I was alone, everything isang
The tears stopped flowing as if I turned off a lawet. The trembling in my bands ceased. My carefully hunched shoulders straightened, and the pained expression melted from my face like makeup being washed away
I glanced around quickly, confirming the hallway was empty except for a busy nurse at the far end who wasn’t paying attention to me. Moving with sudden purpose, I walked toward a maintenance alcove I spotted earlier a small recessed area partially hidden
08 M behind a concrete pillar.
Once I was certain no one could see me, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.
Lucian answered on the second ring.
“Well?” His voice was sharp, impatient.
“You’re an idiot, I hissed, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “What the hell were you thinking, hurting Caelan? That wasn’t part of the plan!”
I’ve been a diving expert since childhood, trained in all kinds of dangerous waters. When I jumped from that cliff, I had already calculated the angle, depth, and current patterns perfectly. There was never any real danger of dying.
It was all an elaborate scheme-a way to lure Caelan away, make him feel guilty, and give Lucian’s men the perfect opportunity to eliminate Sable. But I never expected Caelan would throw himself into danger to save her yet again. The entire plan fell apart.
His laugh was cold and mocking. “Poor little Blair. Did seeing your precious Caelan get hurt make you sad?”
“You were supposed to eliminate Sable while Caelan was distracted saving me.” I gripped the phone tighter. “Instead, you nearly killed him!”
“He chose to play hero again,” Lucian replied with casual indifference. “I can’t control his martyr complex. Besides, it worked out fine-he’s alive, isn’t he?”
“Stop acting like a lovesick fool and think about our next move,” Lucian snapped.
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