“There’s someone here asking to see you, Ms. Sinclair. He says—” I don’t wait for June to finish before I move. “Ares?” He slides past the security guard in time to catch me as I leap for him, and the first tear finally falls. Two strong arms wrap around me like a vice grip, and my feet dangle in the air as I bury my face in his neck and try not to cry. “What are you doing here?” “I promised you I’d see you dance in this show, and I don’t break my promises.” His arms tighten around me, and I feel it right away. “I missed you so damn much, Grace.”
