Celeste drifted down the stairs.
Her steps were light but her heart was oddly weighted. The house was too quiet. She had been awake for over an hour, searching, but Dominic was nowhere to be found.
He was not in the study, not in their room, and not even on the rooftop where she had once found him staring into the night like it could answer questions no one dared to ask.
Her bare feet hesitated against the staircase when her eyes caught his movement below. She immediately let out a sigh of relief.
Dominic stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. His back frame was so gorgeous to look at. His shoulders looked carved out of shadow and steel. They were rigid yet graceful, the kind of posture that spoke of both command and restraint.
She blinked, seeing that he wasn't alone. She consciously arranged her robe, and let her hair down, to cover her hickeys.
