We’re like Bonnie and Clyde.

Minutes ago…

Dominic sat quietly in the study, eyes on Gray's phone. His eyes were sharp, hands linked in front of him, and his mind was deep in thought. 

'When will she call?' he wondered. 'She didn't lie, did she?'

A huge part of him told him Hera was lying just to get away from any more conversation with him. But the other part of him believed she found a great idea that could work better for them. Perhaps he was just being hopeful, but he wanted to cling to this hope. 

"Hera," he whispered, his jaw tightening. "I hope nothing dangerous happened on her side."

Foolish as it may sound, Dominic was genuinely hopeful that she hadn't contacted him because she was busy. His anxiety slowly peaked every passing minute that she hadn't called him back. He couldn't help but wonder if she was alright or if something terrible happened.