The suite door opened almost immediately, with the kind of impatient opening that spoke of violence behind it.
Dominic amd Amara laugh immediately died down, as they both turned their head towards the direction of the door.
Ronan walked in first. His shoulders were squared, and his tie dangled loose, with his inner white shirt ruined with streaks of blood.
His hair was tousled, and damp with sweat, as if he had run through a storm and dragged it inside with him. He looked agitated, and a bit too terrible, compared to his usual look.
Rodger stood behind him. He looked hesitant, and his face shadowed. "He needed to see you in here." He explained, before Dominic would fix a questioning glare on him.
"Yes, I won't have my brother coming down to the lobby to see me." Ronan's voice came out sharp. A bit too sharp and too loud for the hush of Celeste's ward.
The monitor continued beeping in silence, a hush reminder of Celeste's presence.
