#Chapter 93 Life Line

Mira “Julian.” It wasn’t even a question. The word left my mouth as a confirmation for the fear I’d been harboring since I escaped that building and had to leave the him behind. I didn’t even realize how much I was haunted by it until his name was said aloud again. “What time did they leave?” I asked, my body was electrified. “Did they say anything? Did he speak? Was he okay?” Dominic put his hand on the middle of my thigh. It was a firm, in a way that offered security and comfort without taking ownership. “He wasn’t hurt, if that helps,” Beatrice moved closer to me, a caretaker by nature in tending bar and fostering a community with so many patrons. “He looked scared, like we all were, but strong. They’re not treating him badly, if that’s any comfort.” I exhaled, and Dominic softened his grip on my leg. His hand slipped lightly down my thigh as it slid away and into his own lap. His eyes were trained in front of him, but his pulse was quick in his neck. “Thank you.”