"Not again!" Evans sighed wearily, sinking into one of the stiff, uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. His hands ran over his face, fingers gripping his temples as he exhaled. He glanced at Ivy, who sat trembling, still clutching her sling protectively.
He never should have allowed Kane back into her life. She was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to keep her safe. Every instinct he had screamed that he had failed—failed to foresee the danger, failed to prevent it, and failed to protect her from people who thought her life was a game.
Sam's words echoed in his mind. Let her make her mistakes. He groaned inwardly, fists clenching. Mistakes? Her mistakes were supposed to be small—minor heartbreaks—not near-death experiences.
Her life had been pulled into chaos again, and Evans Everest, no matter how composed or influential, felt powerless.
He looked down at her. Despite the cast, the accident, the near tragedy, there was still that unyielding spark in her eyes.
