Chapter 468
Chapter 468:
Though uncertainty flashed in his eyes, the captain didn’t dare question her. After all, this wasn’t just anyone—this was Death Thorn. He stood back, silently watching.
His skepticism turned to stunned disbelief when Elliana calmly untangled the wires and reconnected them with practiced precision, coaxing the system back to life.
The captain’s mind reeled. He hadn’t expected that the feared Delta queen knew her way around aircraft repairs. Aside from saving them all just now, she had resurrected a dead aircraft. She was the real deal.
Elliana glanced back and said flatly, “It’s good to go. We can take off.” Not waiting for praise or a thank-you, Elliana rose from the seat and walked away.
Just as she reached the open hatch, ready to hop down, a fierce wind whipped through, scattering dust and grit through the air like a storm of needles.
Clothes flapped, hair flew wildly, and in the chaos, her mask loosened as she turned. It slipped. Lightning-fast, she snatched the mask midair and pressed it back onto her face.
The wind kicked up a swirl of dust, forcing everyone outside the plane to turn their faces away, missing the briefest moment of Elliana’s mask slipping.
But Jason, stretched out on the grass and too hurt to move, saw it happen. Back when she stepped onto the plane, he had tried to rise, hoping to check on Cole, but his body refused to cooperate.
Myles, Aron, and Hugh hadn’t fared any better. They stayed where they were, unable to help, eyes fixed on the plane’s doorway, silently willing her to step back out.
Tension clung to the group like static, each of them silently wondering what Death Thorn was doing behind those closed doors.
The moment she emerged, a sudden burst of wind swept over them, and sand lashed at them, forcing Myles’, Aron’s, and Hugh’s eyes shut—none of them noticed her mask drop.
𝒯ℎ𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒻𝓮𝑅𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒆𝓃𝓒𝑒: 𝑔𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝓂
But Jason, positioned perfectly with the wind at his back, had caught an unobstructed view. Even though it lasted only a blink, that glimpse was crystal clear.
From years of training under Seth’s unforgiving eye, Jason had developed the sharpest vision and an unerring memory. And now, etched into that memory like fire across parchment, was Death Thorn’s face. Then, something strange happened—he heard his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Jason had never laid eyes on anyone like Death Thorn. Plenty of women had crossed his path, all hoping to win favor with the powerful Evans family. Some wore elegance like armor, others relied on effortless charm. But none of them could compare to the enigma that was Death Thorn. Finally, the old stories made sense. She didn’t just wear danger like a crown—she had a beauty that could leave a man breathless.
Seeing her face, even through the swirling dust, Jason thought of a lily blooming through the chaos—delicate, radiant, unforgettable. Then, countless questions popped into his mind. Could someone so stunning truly care for him? Was her affection real, or just a passing emotion? Would she be willing to marry him? Would she ever see them building a family together?