#Chapter 149 – The Meeting

But as I feel my husband pressed long along the length of my body, I know that there’s only one real choice for me. That the idea of leaving him here, of not knowing whether he lives or dies… God, no. I could never do it. “I want to stay,” I say quietly, my eyes on Frankie. He holds my gaze for a moment and then groans, turning away from me and burying his hands in his hair as he shakes his head like it’s a horrible, terrible thing. I grimace a little at his reaction but look up into Christian’s face, seeking reassurance. “It will be fine,” Christian says, nodding evenly to me. “I promise. You know that I’d never put you in a situation where I didn’t think you’d be safe, right? You know that.” “I know,” I whisper, nodding to him. He smiles softly at me and then kisses me again. I wind my arms around his neck, putting all of my faith into him. When we break away, I turn back towards Frankie to see him in close, quiet conversation with Nico, who looks like he’s scolding him