Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 312

If winter comes, he'll never make it.

Watching him, Claire couldn't help but think of herself.

She gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. Her own life was a mess, and yet here she was, finding room to feel sorry for someone else.

But maybe that was exactly why-she'd stumbled through her own darkness, been battered by life's storms. She understood what pain felt like. And because of that, she wanted, more than anything, to shield others from the rain, if only for a moment.

Claire turned, stepping into a nearby convenience store. She bought a loaf of bread and a bottle of water, then walked back to the man.

Her voice was gentle. "That roll's gone moldy-you'll get sick if you eat it. Here, take these instead."

Claire held out the bag. Inside were the bread, the water, and some money.

She'd kept just enough cash for the bus fare-ten dollars, no more. Every remaining bill she'd tucked inside the bag for him.

At the sound of her voice, the man's frantic, hungry movements stopped cold. He froze, as if struck by lightning.

He sat there on the ground, hair falling over his face, and behind those tangled strands his eyes were wild with fear, shame, and helpless confusion.

Claire bent down, her gaze soft, and spoke to him again, even more quietly. "Go on. Take it."

But it was as if he hadn't heard her-he didn't move. In fact, his body seemed to tremble.

bullied so often that even a stranger's

tone further. "Don't be afraid. I mean you

she reached to take the moldy

man's eyes landed on her slender, almost ghostly-pale hand. Something twisted inside him. Without warning,

dropped onto

heart aching

To him, a single act of compassion from a stranger must

hand, and tossed it in the trash. Then she pressed

looked up at her. Not a single word passed his lips. Claire wanted to say something encouraging, but

lingering look at the man before following

the man at the curb finally found

It was Vincent Lewis.

broken and bleeding, Vincent had been dumped at the hospital by

acting on orders from Sean Foster,

doctors informed Liam that Vincent's legs were already mangled beyond repair-bones shattered,

without Sean's orders,

was wheeled out of surgery, both legs

off, and he awoke

were gone, the weight of despair nearly

the hospital bills. They kept him for