Elsa
Lucas frowned, concern crossing his face. “You can’t come with me in your condition,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s too dangerous.”
“My pregnancy is not a condition,” I replied firmly. “I’m not even showing yet. I need to be there, Lucas. I can’t sit back and wait, wondering if you’ll succeed or fail. I can’t let you risk your life alone while I wait for results.”
He shook his head again, more firmly this time. “It will be dangerous, Elsa. The Wind Pack’s fighters are brutal. You don’t stand a chance.”
“With your support, I know I do,” I said, meeting his gaze with fierce determination. I wasn’t changing my mind. I couldn’t. I needed to be there. I needed to fight for my family.
Lucas saw the resolve in my eyes, the unyielding determination that wouldn’t be swayed. Slowly, he
