Kayla's POV
The terminal air turned rigid as Lucien’s hand rested directly over my bump. His touch was warm, heavy, and terrifyingly possessive.
"Did you really think you could run from me with my child, Kayla?" his voice murmured, smooth as silk.
My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought my chest would split open. Every single maternal instinct inside me screamed one thing:
Run.
"Lucien... please," I choked out, taking a tiny step back, but his dark eyes never left mine.
Just as two of his bulky security guards moved in to grab my bags, a deafening screech sound echoed through the glass ceiling of the terminal.
CLANG!
A heavy metal luggage trolley overloaded with hard shell suitcases fell over, rolling violently into a group of tourists. A woman screamed, an infant burs
