His Runaway Queen
"Did they touch you, son?"
"I want to go home," Adrian cried.
"We're going home," Lucian promised, his voice thick with emotion. "Right now."
We climbed out of the helicopter. The guards had secured the perimeter. The unconscious pilot was being dragged away.
Damian stood by the door, soaked by the rain, his chest heaving. He watched us hold Adrian, and relief washed over his face, raw and unmasked.
"Thank God," Damian breathed. He ran a hand through his wet hair. "The structural flaw... I thought for sure they'd used the tunnel."
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