"Are you getting out of the car to escort me?"
Junior blinked, confusion flickering across his features. "What?"
Levi adjusted the collar of Noah's oversized shirt with care. The fabric hung loose on his smaller frame, clearly expensive but obviously borrowed.
This wasn't just a drama he should be watching anymore, this was an opportunity, Levi noted.
'Free marketing' his analytical mind went through to see the practical implications.
'National attention',
'viral potential',
'sympathy from the public who thinks I'm dead'.
'You just couldn't pay for publicity this good.' He mused.
The visual would be perfect. The supposedly dead omega wearing his alpha's clothes, alive and unbothered by his family's drama.
"You mean you're going out there?" Junior's voice cracked slightly. His eyes widened, face dawning with horror.
"In front of all those cameras?"
Levi's smile was sharp and cold. "Those cameras are exactly why I'm going out there".
