Demetrio's POV
The security detail had not seen her for eleven minutes.
I had been making rounds of the ballroom with the specific casualness of a man who was not looking for someone while looking for someone, and the detail had been rotating, and somewhere in that rotation Cellie had found a gap and walked through it.
The specific cold that moved through my chest was not panic. It was the controlled precursor to action and I was very practiced at keeping the two from becoming each other.
"Sergio." My voice was flat and specific. "Where is she."
"The library, Don. A guard saw her heading there during the rotation."
My jaw worked. "Find her in the next five minutes."
I was already moving.
