The world didn't just snap back; it exploded into existence.
One second, darkness. The next, air in my lungs and the floor beneath my feet.
I didn't wait for the noise of the party to catch up. I didn't wait for the champagne bottle to hit my hand. I didn't wait for the inevitable crash of the timeline settling into its groove.
I turned on my heel and sprinted.
Past the shocked faces of the guards. Past Brielle, who was just opening her mouth to ask if I was okay. Past the grand staircase.
I tore down the hallway of the Alpha's wing, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs that had nothing to do with running and everything to do with the man waiting at the end of the hall.
I didn't knock. I slammed the door open.
Devon was standing in the center of the room. He hadn't even taken his jacket off yet. He stood there, perfectly still, his dark eyes locked on the door as if he'd been counting the seconds.
