SOPHIA’S POV
As I leaned against Zade’s chest, the first thing I noticed was his heartbeat.
I felt it drumming against my cheek where Zade had pressed my face to his chest. His warmth spread through his shirt and into my skin, and for one weak moment, I let myself stay there.
Stop it, I told myself. He’s good with words. He’s good with everything. That’s the problem.
Zade had always known exactly what to say, exactly how to hold someone to make them feel like the only person in the world. I had watched him do it. I had almost fallen for it....almost.
I pushed against his chest. He didn’t move.
I pushed again. "Let go of me, Zade."
"You’re bleeding," he said. "Stop fighting me for five minutes."
"I said I’m fine."
"And I said you’re bleeding." His arms tightened on me "So stop lying."
I hated that he was right. The bandage on my arm was soaked through. I could feel the dampness against my skin.
After a long moment, I exhaled. "The professional first aid kit is in the coffee table drawer."
Zade went still. Then, slowly, he loosened his hold. He didn’t release me immediately. His hands slid from my back to my arms, and his eyes dropped to my face, reading me the way wolves always did.
"No one actually takes care of you," he muttered. It wasn’t soft. It came out rough and almost angry, like the words cost him something. "Not one person in your life."
I looked away. I didn’t answer because I didn’t have one.
He turned toward the coffee table and retrieved the kit. When he straightened and looked back at me, his expression had turned into something unreadable.
"Sit."
It wasn’t a request. His Alpha energy filled the room. My wolf instincts responded before my pride could stop them. I moved to the sofa and sat, extending my injured arm without a word.
He knelt in front of me.
I watched him work. He dressed the wound, more properly this time. I watched as he gently applied ointment then rewrapped it again.
"You don’t have to do this," I said quietly.
"I know." He didn’t look up. His thumb smoothed down the bandages.. "I’ll never be abl to be indifferent to you, Sophia. No matter how many times you push me away."
My chest tightened. I hated that it did.
"Zade-"
"Don’t." He finally looked up, and his eyes met mine "Don’t say whatever you’re about to say."
"Got it, Sophia. Thank you."
He was about to hang up.
"Damien." The word came out before I decided to say it.
"What?"
I kept my voice calm. "After this, don’t call me unless it’s about the divorce. We’re adults. There’s no reason to keep dragging this out. Whatever Ashley needs, you handle it."
The silence was a bit longer this time. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. "Desmond called. The agreement is nearly finalized. We can meet at the villa tomorrow evening and settle everything."
I felt so relieved.
I sighed "Fine. I’ll be there."
The line went dead.
I set the phone down and looked at my freshly wrapped arm. The room was quiet. Zade was gone. Damien had called about Ashley.
Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.
So why did the silence feel so heavy?

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