Even with the music, I know when the helicopter is landing. I press my palms over the earphones as I hurry in the direction of the mansion. The floor vibrates beneath me, rattling me down to the marrow in my bones and knocking the breath from my lungs. Alex must notice, because his hands settle over my shoulders to stop me in my tracks. His eyes hold mine, silently asking me, telling me, not to let go. Gently, softly, a pair of warm hands settle over mine, dulling the last of the noise. I’m so stunned by his gesture, I barely notice the touchdown. He presses my forehead to his chest, letting
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