CELIA
The door broke down on the floor into two pieces. Dust sprinkled in the air and he stepped inside.
Keith Salvatore, my husband.
I was quietly waiting for him in the living room, sitting on the couch. He was shocked to see me well and good.
“You okay?” He knelt on the floor before me and held my palm tightly.
My head nodded.
His eyes glanced around the entire mansion.
“Where's he?” He asked.
A breath slipped free of my lips.
“He freed me and ran away.” My timid voice murmured.
“Just like that?” Keith twitched a brow.
“He wanted to spend some time with me but then his eyes noticed the tracker.” My gaze fell on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist.
Keith sighed.
“He didn't hurt you, right?” His eyes were extremely concerned.
“Nothing.” My lips uttered.
He looked into my e
