For a moment Sophie froze, the color draining from her face. Then she moved, fast, dropping to her knees beside Damian as if gravity had suddenly changed.
“Mr. Cole?” Her voice cracked. “Sir… Damian?”
The use of his first name startled him. Sophie almost never used it. But this time it escaped her like instinct.
She touched his chest lightly, then pressed trembling fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse. Her eyes filled with tears so quickly it seemed her body had been waiting for permission to break.
“Please,” she whispered, leaning closer. “Please not now.”
A tear fell onto Damian’s cheek. Warm. Real.
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