“KUYA, naman, bakit mo ako pinatayan ng tawag?” ani Neriah. She was about to call again, but her brother called back.
“Sorry about that, lil’ sis,” wika ni Evron. “I was just… never mind. What happened?” tanong niya.
Neriah leaned against the balcony railing. “Someone wants to hurt Lucien.”
Sabi ko na nga ba. Evron’s thought. It’s not that she’s in trouble. It was someone.
“Kuya, there were two assassins earlier.”
Parang nawala ang antok ni Evron at umayos siya ng upo sa kaniyang swivel chair. “Are you hurt?”
Neriah smiled softly. “No, Kuya. I’m fine,” she answered. She glanced through the glass door toward the sleeping Lucien. “We’re fine, Kuya.”
Agad namang sumagot si Evron. “I’m not asking about him.”
Neriah couldn’t help laughing. “Alam ko.”
“So?”
“He protected me, Kuya.”
