“There’s nothing to tell… I was just shocked,” he said carefully. “Just… just stay with him. Make sure no one else finds out about what the doctor saw. Not the press, not social media. No rumors. We can’t afford any attention.”
I blinked, stomach dropping.
“Lukas,” I whispered. “What do you mean?”
Another beat of silence. And then, the plane’s intercom garbled in the background.
“Andrea, listen to me,” Lukas said, softly, like he was deliberately making sure no one else could hear. “Braxton’s… different. There’s a reason he survived that. But right now, you don’t need to worry about the ‘why’.”
I blinked hard. “Lukas, what the hell does that even mean?”
“It means, trust that he’s stronger than he looks. That’s all I can say for now,” he replied, carefully choosing his words. “I know
