Even as Braxton disappeared into the bathroom to change. Even as Damon issued sharp commands to have a black SUV brought to the private exit. Even as Lucien continued muttering under his breath about control and damage and ‘reckless instincts.’
I stood there in the corner of the room, reeling in silence. Watching a boy who should be dead casually tie his shoelaces and throw me a wink on the way out.
And I knew, somewhere deep in the marrow of my bones, that nothing in my life would ever be normal again.
The SUV was almost silent… luxurious, bulletproof, and probably more expensive than my entire college education. But the tension inside? Loud and literally deafening.
Braxton hadn’t let go of my hand since we stepped out of the hospital. He walked like a man on a mission, body tight, ey
