A Forgotten Promise

Brooke stole glances at the man in his late forties, getting bandaged up by Maverick in one of the hospital rooms.

"It's cold tonight, here." Thane's voice echoed in her ears, followed by Thane's scent wafting through the air, from his jacket.

"Thank you." She said, clutching onto the sides of the jacket.

Thane sat next to her, and followed her eyes to the piss drunken man, who Brooke had called father up until some minutes ago. Unfortunately, his security team pounced on him, apprehending the threat.

He looked at Brooke, and certain enough, she was shaken up by everything that had just happened.

"How's your arm?" She asked all of a sudden, steering the conversation to the bandage wrapped around his left arm.

"It's okay-"

"The truth, Mr Grayson." She snapped at him, her eyes narrowed into a sharp glare.

Thane swallowed, it was rare to see his wife get upset with him. "It stings, just a bit."