Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE
I give him an incredulous look.
“You're going to protect the woman who wants to kill our child?”
He’s silent and his voice is cold, cold in a way I’ve never heard before, “You’re creating a scene.”
I want to both laugh and cry at the same time. The person I'm looking at doesn't seem to be my mate. He has Lucas's face but I can't see the man I love within him. It's like looking at a stranger wearing Lucas’s face.
I take a step back, shaking my head, “Whatever.”
I turn towards Wyatt, “Help her.”
I look at the barely conscious Samantha who has managed to pull herself onto the bench. Wyatt hesitates and then quickly says, “Make sure nobody can see.”
He’s talking about any passerby.
I stand in front of him and watch him use his healing magic to help Samantha.
“Don't make it too obvious,” I murmur. “Any dangerous injuries. Just heal those.”
He nods, his healing magic working quickly, his hands running over Samantha’s body.