Hannah's POV
Christian's words hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotions. The fact that he supported me, despite his own fears, made my heart swell with love and gratitude. It wasn't easy for him, and I knew it.
"I promise," I whispered, my voice soft but steady. "
He nodded, but I could still see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. I knew him too well to believe that he wasn't still struggling with this. But just as I was about to offer more reassurance, his expression shifted, hardening slightly.
"And there's one more thing," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.
"What is it?" I asked, my heart beating a little faster.
"I don't want you meeting Michael. Not ever. Not while you're there, not even in passing."
"I understand," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "I won't meet Michael. I have no reason to."