Celeste's smile faded the moment Dominic said that. She took a slow step forward, and sat up.
Dominic's hands slid back into his pockets as his eyes fell to the floor with something unreadable.
"Come with me," he said quietly. There was no edge nor urgency in his voice. He simply sounded deliberate. As if he'd been rehearsing this moment in his head longer than he wanted to admit.
She blinked. "Where?"
She didn't want to be slapped by another train of his casual past meeting up with her, and staring at her with knives.
He met her gaze again. "To my study."
Celeste's brows furrowed, but she followed him. The path to his study felt heavier than usual, like the walls could feel it. The air shifted. Something was off.
He opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter first. She did, and he closed it behind them.
