FOUND
He caught me before I reached him.
Covered the last ten feet in a single movement and had his arms around me before I could arrive under my own momentum, and the collision of it, the warmth, the solid certainty of him, the compass finally at rest made my knees do something unreliable.
He held me with a tightness that communicated everything he had been holding for however long it had been since ten past nine in the study. His face was in my hair and his breathing was unsteady in a way I had never heard from him and his arms were shaking.
Not invisibly.
Actually shaking.
"I'm okay," I said into his shoulder.
He said nothing. His arms tightened.
"Roger". I'm okay. I got out."
"I know," he said. His voice was not his voice. Not the alpha voice, not the careful voice, not even t
