"Lucas?"
Ivana Bennett called out softly.
Dragging Fifteen back against the wall and pressing a hand down on her shoulder, Lucas Walker's voice was impossibly low.
"If anything happens to my daughter, you're the first one I'll kill!"
Fifteen looked at him calmly, saying nothing.
"Lucas!" Ivana rushed over, pulling Lucas away. Her gaze fell on Fifteen's face, and she gave an apologetic little smile. "Fifteen, I'm sorry, you… don't take it to heart, that's just how his temper is."
Fifteen smiled back at her. "It's fine."
By then, Phoebe had already closed the lid of the medical kit.
"We're heading out."
Lucas Walker reached out and gripped his arm. "Don't let her get hurt."
Turning her face slightly, Phoebe met his gaze. "Not unless I die first."
Looking into her pink eyes, Lucas's brows drew together. "You don't get hurt either."
Phoebe's lips curved. "I know."
"You two, be careful." Ivana walked over as well. "Thank you for this."
