Dominic came down from his car, and immediately rushed into the house. He needed to see her.
His mind was a singular rush of adrenaline and need. The events of the day had stripped him raw, and peeled him back until only one thing remained: Celeste.
He took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the concerned nod from his bodyguard stationed near the elevators. Dominic didn't have time for small talk, for security briefings, or for breathing, even. Not until he saw her. Not until he could wrap her in his arms and make sure she was still whole.
His room door creaked slightly as he shoved it open, but the moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Celeste was already there. Standing barefoot by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms wrapped tightly around her body, her reflection cast in the dark glass like a ghost. She turned the second she heard him, and her breath hitched.
"Dominic?"
