HARPER
Lila and Nico had slipped away from me while I waited for the luggage to appear on the carousel. As I searched for them, the last person I ever expected to run into was him.
Dominic Fletcher.
Our eyes met, and everything else seemed to cease to exist. I couldn't move. I forgot to breathe as I stared into that familiar, piercing blue.
He looked older. More handsome. More formidable. Silver threaded his temples, his jaw set in that same implacable line. But his eyes—God, those eyes. I would recognize them in a thousand lifetimes.
My stomach tightened, and a feeling surfaced—one I had no business feeling while standing in front of Dominic. It was unfamiliar and yet horribly known. Right alongside it came my hatred for him.
The spell between us shattered when someone yelled nearby. Bless whoever it was, saving me from the awkwardness, from the humiliation. I spun on my heel and turned away, pretending I hadn't seen him, that I didn't know who he was.
