FLYNN'S POV
"Dominic."
He didn't slow down. Just said my name back like a confirmation of something he'd already expected.
"Flynn."
I caught up in three steps and moved in front of him. Forced the stop. We were thirty feet from the main gallery, the sound of the celebration still audible behind us, the low warmth of it carrying through the wall like something from a different world.
I kept my voice down.
"Did you tell her?"
He looked at me with the composed expression he'd brought to every interaction we'd ever had. Controlled, unhurried, the face of a man who was very good at not showing what was happening underneath.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you tell her what you did. How you found her, how you thought to use her?" I held his eyes. "You've had months, Dominic. You put a ring on her fin
