Chapter 58 Runway
Runway
The reception blurred into champagne and whispers. By midnight, security hustled us through a private terminal. Honeymoon. Escape. A promise of peace. Lucas’s hand never left mine. But my chest wouldn’t calm.
At the window, I pressed a palm to my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”
The words hit him like a bullet. He didn’t speak,just kissed my forehead fiercely.
“I don’t want to get on that plane,” I whispered. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
He didn’t argue. He trusted my instincts more than his own. We ducked into a service corridor. Through glass, the jet roared down the runway. And then,fire bloomed. The night sky tore apart.
I buried my face in his chest. “I told you.”
“You saved us,” he rasped.
But I couldn’t shake what I’d seen in the terminal minutes before,one of the ground crew with a square Goldsmith signet glinting on his finger.
Penny’s bruises. Logan’s scars. Lucas’s blood. My baby.
The Goldsmiths weren’t finished.
The plane burned.
And so did our peace.