His Second Life Begins

ain without causing permanent, debilitating injury. They threw him to the floor and kicked hi

lway, tried to offer some advice. "Just apologize to the boss

ed her own cold command. "He' s right, Liam. Apologize to Daniel. Swe

oor. He looked up at her, and through the haze of pain,

essly, pushed himself harder than anyone else, all for her. He remembered the first time she had praised him, a rare, small smile that had felt like the sun. He reme

in her shadow, ready to answer her call. He had given her his youth, his talent, his devotio

ck to the present. The memories wer

e lay there for a long time, listening to his own ragged breathing. The physical pain was immense, but it was a

hand. He knelt, offering it to Liam with a look of moc

g a mouthful of blood onto the flo

born. You never learn." He stood up a

ession unreadable. "Get him cleaned

n the past, helped Liam to his feet. He supported Lia

just said sorry,"

iam rasped, his voice hoarse. "I

time, he seemed to see that the man he was holding was not the same one who