Page 68 of Her Sweet Surrender
“Hit me,” Sir commanded.
Faelan sneered at him. “No.”
As soon as the word left his mouth, Sir punched him.
“This is enough!” Marquis stated, moving in to intervene.
Faelan held nothing back when he started wailing on Sir. Brie stood frozen in place as she watched Sir take Faelan’s pent-up fury without attempting to defend himself.
Eventually, Faelan stopped, panting heavily as he stared Sir down.
Sir slowly wiped the blood from his lip. “Your wife is dead. It’s okay to cry.”
Faelan backed away from him as if he’d been hit. Shaking his head, he turned and retreated to a corner. After several moments, his shoulders began to shake as a heart-wrenching sob escaped his lips.
Sir walked to him, wrapping an arm around Faelan in support as he roared out in pain, releasing the anger and shock of Kylie’s death.
Hearing his raw anguish tore at Brie’s heart—the sound of it was something she would never forget.
Marquis joined Brie. He hugged her tightly, imparting his strength, as they stood back and listened to Faelan’s desperate cries of grief.
Dr. Glas appeared, opening his office door with a concerned look on his face. As soon as he saw Faelan was being comforted, he quietly withdrew. However, Brie did not miss the look of torment in the doctor’s eyes when he’d glanced at her before closing it.
It was obvious he was tormented by Kylie’s death as well.
So many lives shattered on a day that should have been a celebration.
Hours later, Sir was able to convince Faelan to leave the hospital. He refused to see the baby when the nurse asked.
“I need time to adjust to this,” he explained.
After she left the room, he frowned. “Right now, I would switch out the baby for Kylie in a heartbeat.” He muttered, “The child doesn’t deserve that…”
Before he was allowed to leave, Faelan was handed a form and instructed, “You’ll need to fill out the birth certificate and get it to us when you come to pick her up tomorrow.”
Faelan stared blankly at the piece of paper, then said in a strangled voice, “We never came up with a name for her.”
Marquis clapped him on the shoulder, taking the paper from him. “There is time for everything. Right now, you need to rest.”
Faelan shook his head, choking out the words. “Oh, God… I have to call Kylie’s parents.”
“I’ll call them,” Sir replied.
Faelan nodded, saying nothing as he unlocked his phone and handed it over.
After Sir had added the number to his and handed it back, Celestia slipped her arm around Faelan. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Before he left, Faelan turned to Sir. “How did you know to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Force me to hit you.”
Sir answered with a grave smile. “Durov did something similar to me in college. There are times when the only way to release pain is to inflict it.”
Faelan nodded, then looked down at the floor for a moment. He met Sir’s gaze again and said, “I may need another session with you.”
Sir rubbed his jaw. “Anytime.”
