The King (Alpha Trilogy #3)

Chapter 32

Ivy

Blake must've told Lia that I want to go outside, cause barely few minutes after he leaves, she comes in my room and helps me get dressed. Since I'm so freakishly hot, I decide to wear something thin and breathable, not bothering to hide from the winter cold outside.

Once Lia is finished dressing me, she helps me get in the wheelchair that Blake has just brought in then wheels me out of the room. It's only when we reach the stairs that we stop. Blake carries me downstairs then sets me back in the wheelchair before pushing it outside while Lia goes to the kitchen to make dinner.

I quietly ask Blake to just take me to the garden in front of the mansion, where I noticed a cute resting space, only getting a short nod from him. Thankfully the stone alleyway that leads there is clear of snow so I don't have to trouble Blake with carrying me. He and Lia are already doing so much for me.

"Do you want to be alone?" Blake asks after a moment.

"Can you stay with me?" I request tentatively.

"Of course." He smiles gently, sitting at the bench beside me.

I stay silent for a long while, just taking in my surroundings and enjoying the peace. It's so quiet in here, with all the woods around us, covered in a thick blanket of snow. I pick at the blanket on my legs, frowning at the faint white lines on my inner forearm.

"Blake, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Do you know me well?" I fidget uncomfortably in my chair, feeling embarrassed about asking something so silly.

"I'd like to think so, but you've been much closer with Lia than with me to be honest. Why?" I hesitate for a moment, but I need to know this. Those scars keep reminding me of what my father told me at the hospital.

"Do you think I tried to kill myself?" I can tell Blake's surprised by this as he gapes at me in shock.

"Kill yourself? – he echoes incredulously before sighing deeply – It's about your scars, isn't it?"

"Yeah. My father said I tried to kill myself and that's how I got in the coma."

"That's not true. I don't believe it one bit. – Blake vehemently denies, shaking his head at me – Lia will know more about this, since you two were much closer, but from what I know, you used to self-harm. You were going through a rough patch at some point and you cut yourself, but I don't believe that you tried to commit suicide. I think what happened was just an accident."

"An accident?"

"Yeah. I know you don't remember anything, but from what I could see, you were quite happy, especially after you started living by yourself."

"How come?"

"I'm not sure it's my place to tell you about your life. Wouldn't you rather try to remember it yourself?" Blake turns to me with a warm smile.

"What if I can't remember? – I sigh quietly – I don't even know who I am... I don't know what to do because I have no idea what happened in my life."

"That makes sense, I guess. – Blake murmurs – But I still think you should talk to Lia. She knows you better than I do. You girls could talk for hours." He chuckles and I smile at him.

"I guess I'll have to bother her later."

"It's not a bother. You should really stop thinking of it that way." Blake admonishes gently. I duck my head to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"Sorry, it's just that you and Lia do so much for me that I can't help but feel like I'm using you. I mean, you just dropped everything and came here, all the way from California..." I fiddle with the blanket nervously, avoiding Blake's gaze.