Chapter 78 Private Matter
- Celine rose from her seat to meet Atlas halfway. A huge hand slid around her waist, resting on the small of her back.
- “Hello, love,” Atlas greeted, his voice resonating with a low seductive rumble.
- “And Alistair?” Celine queried, walking hand in hand with Atlas to their seats—Celine back to Diana’s side and Atlas at the head of the table.