“Noah?”
The crack in her voice nearly broke him. Not nearly as much, though, as the devastating reality of what this all meant. A bullet ricocheted off his heart and hit all the important places inside of him where scars had healed over. New ones opened. And he started to bleed.
It became a hemorrhage at her next words. “The surgery is off. Cayden told me to stay away from them. That they want to find another donor.”
That sonuvabitch. Rage on her behalf momentarily replaced his own self-pity. “Christ, Lexa. And you trusted people like that over me?”
Her silence gutted him. Turned him into something ugly, mean, bitter. And so were his next words. “I warned you, Alexis. I told you they were just humoring you, that they didn’t really see you as part of their family.”
“Candi does.”
“They knew about you for three years and never once contacted you, not even when your name and your face were all over the news. He refused to let Candi find you. He denied your existence. Until he needed a kidney.”
She tried to reach for him again. “Noah—”
He stepped away. “Why did you let your DNA results be shared with possible relatives?”
She blinked, face pinched in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You wanted to find a family.”
“No, it was a whim.”
“You were hoping your father would find you.”
“I have no idea why you’re bringing this up right now.”
“Because I want you to be honest about everything that is happening here.”
“I have no idea what’s happening here!”
Another tear slipped down her cheek. Noah had to curl his hands into tight fists to stop himself from wiping it away or, worse, holding her. As he watched, helplessly, she sucked in her bottom lip and began to worry it with her teeth, and like some kind of cruel, ironic joke, he was struck by how much she looked like Candi in that moment.
They really were sisters.
“I know what it’s like to be lured in by a false family, Alexis. To feel a void so deep that you’ll risk everything that matters to you to feel some kind of acceptance again. But it’s all a charade. The minute things go wrong, they abandon you. All their promises, gone.”
“I have no idea what you want from me right now.”
“I want you to be mad at him!”
“Why? To justify your anger?” She advanced on him again. “Would it make you feel better if I descended into some kind of rage spiral? I’ve learned to pick my battles.”
“You walk away from battles. There’s a big difference.”
“Wow,” she breathed, backing up. Her hand fluttered to her chest and began to rub. “How long have you been holding that in?”
Fuck. Fuck! Noah dragged a hand over his hair. “I didn’t mean that, Lexa. I’m sorry.”
“I took on Royce Preston! I told the entire world their favorite chef was a serial sexual predator! Was that me walking away from a fight?”
“No. I didn’t mean—”
“Why can’t you just accept who I am? That I just want some peace in my life!”
“If you let people walk all over you, it’s not peace. It’s cowardice.”
“I think . . . I think maybe I need to go,” she whispered.
“Don’t.” He followed her retreat toward the front door. “Just wait.”
He tried to grip her elbow to hold her back, but she yanked free from his fingers. “Let me go, Noah.”
“Lexa, please. I’m sorry.”
She turned around. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I think I need some space from you.”
* * *
Alexis had made this drive before, and she’d done it feeling exactly like this. Numb. Detached. Only this time, she was running away from Noah and toward Elliott.
Because maybe Noah was right. Maybe what she’d been calling emotional control was nothing more than avoidance of a fight she was too scared to have. By the time she pulled into the long driveway of Elliott’s home, it was dark. But nearly every light was on inside the house. She parked next to cars she now recognized—Cayden’s BMW and Candi’s Range Rover.
Ironically, this time, she didn’t knock before going in. She threw open the door and followed the sound of angry voices to the kitchen. Cayden spotted her first.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled.
Elliott and Candi whipped around. Candi raced toward her. “Cayden didn’t mean it,” she gushed. “About the surgery. He didn’t mean it.”
Alexis tried to walk around her, but Cayden grabbed her arm. “You’re not welcome here. This is a family matter.”
“She is family,” Elliott snapped.
Cayden reacted as if his father had slapped him. “You can’t be serious. After what they’ve done?”
“She hasn’t done anything!”
“This is because of her,” Cayden shouted, pointing. “She brought that man into our lives, and look what he’s done.”
“He didn’t do it,” Alexis said. “He says he didn’t, and I believe him.”
“Of course he says that. You expect him to be honest? A man like that?”
Even as sorrow broke her heart, she rose in his defense. “Noah is a good man. You don’t know anything about him.”
“He’s a criminal!”
Alexis spun on Cayden. “And what about you? Do you care at all about the lives that were lost because of your father’s company? Do you care that BosTech was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of civilians?”
“How dare you?”
“Did you even read the whole story?” She yanked out her phone and unlocked it with her thumbprint. The screen immediately returned to the story she’d googled. And for good measure, she began to read out loud. “‘According to the documents, the CEO was warned on at least four occasions by two engineers that the radar system was faulty. In each case, the CEO kept the warnings out of reports to Pentagon officials overseeing the drone program.’”
Alexis looked at Elliott. “Did you know that your engineers tried to warn the company? How could you do that?”
“Don’t you dare come
