I had to call Dominic.
My hands were still trembling as I fumbled for my phone. I didn't even bother going back into my office. I needed air, space. I walked down the hall, my strides long and purposeful, as I dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey, baby," he said, his voice warm and relaxed. "You on your way home? I was just about to start grilling."
"Dominic," I said, my voice clipped. "We have a problem."
I could hear the shift in his demeanor instantly, the warmth evaporating, replaced by the hard, alert tone of the Alpha. "What's wrong?"
"Yasmine was here. At the hospital."
Silence. A long, heavy silence that spoke volumes. I knew he was processing, weighing the implications. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said, pushing through the doors and stepping out into t
