I stumbled back, and my left hand slammed into a marble pillar.
"Ah—"
Searing pain shot from my palm through my entire body. The hand that had been pierced through years ago spasmed violently.
Nerve pain crackled like electricity. My fingers curled into a claw.
Cold sweat soaked through my back instantly.
I clutched my hand and crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
That scene from three years ago flashed before my eyes.
The gleaming blade. The spurting blood. Adrian's dismissive "So useless."
I stared at my trembling left hand, and a wave of desolation crashed over me.
This hand was ruined saving him.
Now he was using it as an excuse to humiliate me.
"Let me in... please..."
I lifted my head, swallowing the pain. "A life is at stake... it really is..."
"Cut the crap! Leave or we're calling the police!"
The security guard waved his baton impatiently.
A black Maybach rolled up to the entrance.
The window lowered halfway.
That familiar profile.
Adrian.
He was tilted toward the passenger seat, eyes soft with tenderness.
Lily clutched a massive bouquet of red roses, her smile brighter than the blooms.
"Adrian!"
I rushed forward, slamming my palm against the window. "Stop! You stop right now!"