She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 906:

Kristian squirmed, trying to break free, clutching his chest where the pain was sharpening. Standing at the warehouse door, he rasped, “I’m done for. If Lawrence patches me up again, it might be my last round.”

He didn’t know how much time he had left. But forever wasn’t in the cards.

If Freya had chosen him, he’d have ditched Lawrence’s treatments, happy just to be by her side.

But she didn’t want him.

So what was the point of fighting it?

He couldn’t stomach seeing her with someone else, nor could he picture a sunny life after her rejection.

Freya’s hand, steadying him, faltered. “Or did you go through all this to save me just so he doesn’t die?” The thought sent a jolt of raw emotion through Kristian.

“Whether it’s you or him, I want you both safe,” Freya said, her eyes brimming with honesty. “I don’t want either of you hurt or gone.” The Kristian now, or Freyrian, had never turned a blade on himself, and even if he’d tricked her, she understood why.

the old Kristian, he’d paid his

want them to suffer—she

had to pick, who’s it gonna be?” Kristian pressed, needing her answer. “Me

unflinching. Deep down, she wasn’t sure how to choose, but with Kristian asking point-blank,

he understood, that he was just chasing her stance. So

as he leaned

from

to fade away. But he was content. That warm embrace, Freya’s

the bodyguard nearby, telling him to hustle

him into

hour, Freya and Kristian sat in the car, the remote countryside crawling by

rolled into the city, the

Lawrence. “I’m in Alerith,” Lawrence said, cutting to the chase the

ghost, and she

have gone down with Kristian? How was he fine