The night felt colder the second Dominic and the others disappeared into the dark.
I stood there, frozen, my mind was still catching up to everything that just happened.
People were still whispering near the glass doors.
The sound of it all made my skin crawl.
June squeezed my hand gently. "Come on," she said. "Let's get out of here."
We were about to walk out of the gates, when someone called out, "Ash."
It was Ian.
He was walking fast toward us. His hair was a little messed up, his shirt sleeves rolled upwards.
He didn't even try to smile.
"He texted to bring you," Ian said when he reached us.
I blinked. "Who?"
"Dominic."
"Where?"
"The beach house. He's not spending the night here."
For a second, none of us said anything.
Then June quietly asked, "is he okay?"
Ian shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "Not really. But… we'll go to him. Before the press catches on."
For a moment, I didn't say anything.
