*Celeste*
I can feel chaotic emotions raging. It’s more intense than before I realized David is my second-chance mate, and I never felt anything like this from Randall. Then again, Randall never found out he had a son thirty years later who was trying to kill my daughter.
I slip my hand inside his, and he holds it tightly as we walk back to the packhouse without a word. He takes the stairs two at a time, nearly dragging me up with him before he reaches my room and bursts through the door.
He puts his hands on his knees and leans over, gasping for air. He stands, puts his hands behind his head, and takes a few deep breaths. He rushes to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. He’s wrecked.
I walk into the bathroom and sit beside him on the floor as he leans against a wall and c
