His phone was busted, and when she called, he didn't answer. Dexter had imagined all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Now that he was seeing her in one piece, the weight pressing on his chest finally lifted.
The moment Celestia laid eyes on him, she blurted out without thinking, "Why didn't you pick up when I called just now?" Her eyes scanned him over, clearly looking for any sign something had gone wrong.
Once she saw he was okay, she could finally breathe again. Looked like Jareth hadn't made things hard for Dexter this time-unlike those last two times.
That hint of worry in her voice actually tugged at Dexter's heart. He let out a soft smile, one that warmed his face, and explained, "Sorry, phone's broken. Couldn't answer even if I wanted to."
Her expression froze there lik
