Chapter 146

The pain she braced for never came—instead, all she heard was a bullet striking metal. By then, Tristan and Megan had already rushed into the building, taking cover behind a large pillar. Megan's hands were shaking as she turned him over, checking frantically for any signs he'd been shot. "What the hell were you thinking, throwing yourself in front of me? You could've been killed!" she yelled, eyes blazing. Tristan's gaze was intense. Even though he was staring at the face of a stranger—this wasn't the familiar face he longed for—he could tell she was genuinely panicked. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I was terrified of losing you." Megan's body stiffened. She looked up, eyes wide. "You knew it was me all along, didn't you?" "I figured it out back in the storage room when I saved you," he nodded. "Tristan…" her voice trembled, eyes welling up. "You stayed up all night designing that mini bullet interceptor, didn't you? Because you were scared something like this would happen.