"If it makes you feel better to bite down, then bite as hard as you can." Henry Lester whispered low in Yara Quillan's ear, his tone as gentle as if he were murmuring sweet nothings to her.
But after hearing this, Yara Quillan released her bite and pushed Henry Lester's body away.
The repeated injuries and extreme agitation had not only prevented Henry Lester's wounds from healing, but had actually made them worse.
No one knew how, in the instant he saw Yara Quillan fall, he had scrambled and stumbled from his wheelchair to catch her in his arms.
He desperately wanted Yara Quillan's forgiveness, but the moment he had chosen Sharon Grant again, he knew it was all impossible.
Even if his treasure never found out, he couldn't get past his own conscience.
Sharon Grant wasn't his biological sister, but she was the daughter of the benefactor who had saved his life and raised him.
He had no choice. He truly had no choice.
