Celeste rushed through the door the moment Amara opened it. She didn't wait for permission.
She didn't stop to take in her friend's expression. She just grabbed her and pulled her into her arms with a shaky breath that refused to steady.
"I told you I was fine," Amara said softly against her shoulder. Her voice was trying to stay calm but she still carried that faint tremor Celeste didn't miss. "Also, it's too late for you to be here."
"Shut up," Celeste murmured into the hug, holding tighter, like she could squeeze the truth out of her. "Also, Dominic accompanied me. He's in the car, waiting, so it's not too late."
Her heart was beating too fast, and Amara could probably feel it. Celeste pulled back only enough to search her friend's face. She was scanning her for cuts, bruises, or anything.
Amara sighed, tugging her inside with a small shake of her head. "You're so dramatic."
