Chapter 9 The First Conversation

Celeste lowered herself onto the stool, keeping her posture straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Every inch of her screamed at her to run, but she held her ground. She had already given him too much. Dominic didn’t move at first. He simply watched her, his expression unreadable, his fingers tracing lazy circles around the rim of his glass. The silence stretched between them, thick with something unspoken. Something dangerous.