Chloe’s pov
I came down the stairs still pinning the last of my hair into place, and found Nash already seated at the head of the breakfast table, a stack of reports pushed to one side of his plate, his sleeves rolled back like he'd been up working since before dawn.
He looked up when I crossed the threshold, he opened his mouth and it went slack. The greeting that bubbled up in his throat, died.
His eyes narrowed, moving over my face like he was trying to reconcile two versions of me that couldn't possibly both be true. He stood so fast his chair scraped back hard against the floor, the sound loud enough that both the guards near the door glanced over, and he crossed the room before I'd made it two steps past the doorway, stopping close enough that I had to tip my head back to hold hi
