When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 943

Lemira rubbed her throbbing forehead, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

Orion held his jaw, taking a long moment before opening his eyes to look at her, his gaze heavy and unreadable.

She immediately broke eye contact. "Since you're awake, you can leave."

She was still furious. How dare he make a sick person play nurse for him?

Orion frowned. "Where is Julian?"

"He bolted."

Lemira crossed her arms. "Your assistants aren't answering their phones. Completely unprofessional."

And Thad was no better. He had promised to come right over and still hadn't shown his face.

Orion sat up and smoothly pulled the IV needle from his hand. A bead of blood welled up on his skin.

Lemira caught a glimpse of it but forced herself to look away, swallowing the urge to check on him.

Whatever. The guy used to have medical training—he knew how to handle a tiny scratch.

Orion stole a quiet glance at her. "I'm leaving."

His voice was hoarse, thick with congestion.

Lemira stayed silent, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the wall.

He hesitated by the door. "I'll have Bistrova send over some food for you later."

"Don't bother. If I'm hungry, I'll order delivery. I'm not going to starve to death."

She finally stood up and looked him dead in the eye, her expression entirely unreadable. "Leave. Don't come back, and don't contact me again."

For a second, Orion felt like the air had been violently sucked from the room.

He stood frozen in place for a long, agonizing moment before finally turning and walking out of the apartment.

The heavy thud of the door closing echoed in the quiet room. Instantly, tears spilled over Lemira's lashes. She dropped her head into her hands and let out a broken sob, the sound growing louder as the dam finally broke.

All the betrayal, the fear, and the heartbreak she had been holding onto poured out at once.

Standing on the other side of the heavy door, Orion heard her weeping. It felt as though a brutal hand was crushing his heart.

Listening to her broken sobs was sheer agony—worse than any physical torture he could imagine.

It tore him apart.

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