The door is thrown open because Ridge didn’t lock it. He knew they were coming. That this was going to happen. I feel like I’m bleeding inside. I almost feel more betrayed than when Bruce did what he did. With Bruce, I saw it coming. I never saw this coming. Not in a million years.
Four males in dark uniforms come into my living room. They are all huge. All shifters, by the look of them. The one in front has a kind face. He looks at me with something that might be sympathy.
We stand.
“I’m sorry,” Ridge whispers.
“Dr. Keller,” the shifter at the front says; his voice is professional. “I’m sorry, Doctor.” He pulls a set of cuffs from his belt. “I’m placing you under arrest on suspicion of treason against Draig Island. Please put your hands in front of you.” He reads me my rights while he cuffs me. They close around my wrists with two neat clicks. The metal pinches a little just below the heel of my hand.
“I will do everything I can to prove your innocence,” Ridge tells me, his eyes blazing. “I will make this right. I swear it, Robyn. I’ll fix this.”
“Some things can’t be fixed.” I’m shocked at how strong I sound. “I’m sorry, Ridge, but you will never be able to make this right.”
Something moves behind his eyes. Pain, regret, and a good dose of guilt.
Then the guard with the kind face puts a hand on my arm, gentle but firm, and turns me toward the door.
I let him.
The others follow.
The tears want to come, but I won’t let them. Not yet. Not here. Not while he can still see me. I blink hard, and I keep walking.
