“Is Arjun really dead?” I ask.
They share a look before Rosalie answers, “He died in a prison fight.”
Heavy silence hangs because the three of us know that isn’t true.
“He’s exactly where he belongs,” Bianca says darkly. “Don’t waste your energy thinking about him.”
“You’re right.”
“When are you going to be discharged?”
“In a few days, after my stitches are removed.” I gingerly rub a hand over the bandages on my chest and abdomen. The meds make me lightheaded, tricking my body into thinking it’s fine. But if I move or shift just a little, acute pain shoots up my spine.
The white walls constantly remind me of why I landed in here, followed by the flashes of hearing the news of my… I shove it down.
“I heard from Dash that Kian is selling the apartment.”
“I didn’t know.”
Rosalie strokes my palm. “I think it’s the right call.”
That place is where our story began, holding so many beautiful moments, filled with mischief and affection. In a split second, one tragedy has outweighed all the good times, turning it haunted.
The girls stay a little while longer before pushing to their feet. Bending, they kiss my temple and whisper how much they love me before exiting my room.
Kian steps inside, coming up to my side. Brushing his lips over mine in a soft kiss, he sits down.
“You didn’t tell me you’re selling your place,” I mention.
Steely gaze locks on mine. “It’s not a decision open for negotiation.”
“Where will we go once I’m discharged?”
“Somewhere you’re going to love.” Caressing my head, he tenderly urges, “Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“You didn’t go home.”
“I am right where I want and need to be, Rainbow.”
You’re my home.
I read it in his soulful eyes.
As much as I try to stay awake, fatigue weighs me down, and I fall into a slumber. Unlike the past few days, it isn’t dreamless.
Kian is with me.
Chapter Forty-Four
Iris
When Kian said we’re going home after another week and a half at the hospital, I thought he had bought a new apartment and we were going there.
Oh, how wrong I was.
He flew me to the last place on earth I would’ve guessed—the island.
Or should I say… my island.
