The Voice in the Airport
The last man who dared to comment on her like this was beaten by her and stayed in the hospital for three months before coming out.
That memory flashed through Yana's mind like a spark.
After looking around and not finding the target, she was a bit frustrated, wondering if she had misheard.
The airport lounge hummed with low conversation and distant boarding calls, yet for a moment everything around her seemed strangely muted.
Only that mysterious voice lingered.
And those outrageous comments about her muscles.
Her peach-colored lips tightened.
What exactly was going on?
"What's wrong?"
Noticing the faint unease lingering on his daughter's face, Wren Tyson asked softly.
His voice carried the steady warmth of a father who had long learned to read even the smallest shifts in her expression.
Yana turned at once, try to hiding the disturbance in her eyes far too quickly to him notice.
"Nothing."
Her answer came almost too fast.
Wren raised a brow.
