"Let's leave," Dominic whispered to Celeste.
His hand was firm on the small of her back, steady, and protective. His tone was low, but the edge in it was impossible to miss.
He'd sensed it already. The faint copper taste of tension in the air was like blood hanging around before a storm. The moment the Chairman steps away, there might be a bloodbath.
Celeste tilted her head slightly to glance at him. Her lashes brushed against her cheeks, and her lips parted as if to say something.
However, she didn't say another word. She trusted his instincts more than her own in a room like this. She only nodded, wrapping her hand around his arm tighter.
They had only taken two steps toward the grand archway when a shadow loomed before them. The kind of presence behind them didn't need to announce itself.
"Leaving so soon, Mr. Dominic?" The Chairman's voice was smooth, and dipped in something that always sat between charm and command.
