Tristan Grayson looked down with a self-deprecating laugh, pulling a cigarette pack and a lighter from his pocket. As he held the pack in one hand and the lighter in the other, his gaze happened to fall on his slightly trembling right hand, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to the horrifying scene from a few months ago.
'How lucky he was that only his hand was crippled. If he hadn't pushed her head down in time back then, she would have been...'
Even though so much time had passed, the memory still sent waves of fear through him.
After leaving the airport, Mika Summers took Kiki from Una Sullivan's arms. She clutched Kiki tightly with one arm while using her other hand to pull a blanket down, covering half of the child's face. "Dad, hurry and hail a taxi. Let's head home first."
"Aren't we going to wait for your brother?"
