A man walked against the light, his deep, narrow phoenix eyes squinting in the wind. With just one glance, he spotted Delphine standing amidst a group of rugged men.
She was still holding a phone in her hand, the sea breeze whipping her shoulder-length black hair into disarray. Her small, delicate face was pale and tender, her large, dark eyes full of shock and faint traces of grievance.
Ignatius Leclair did not halt his steps. He strode directly toward her, removed the coat from his shoulders, and draped it over her. Then, with a measure of restraint, he pulled her slender body completely into his embrace.
The crew on the deck observed the man, noble and imposing, descending from the sky in a helicopter. His overwhelmingly commanding presence suffocated them, prompting all to step back two paces, not daring to make a sound.
