Chapter 16

• The cut on Dominic’s eyebrow had required two stitches. He had four cracked ribs and, thankfully, no internal bleeding. The backdoor clinic he’d used had patched him up and sent him on his way with painkillers and a throbbing forehead. He’d gone without the local anesthesia.
• It was barely eight p.m., and he gingerly opened his eyes when Ethan parked the SUV in the underground parking lot of his building. He was pissed off, and now Conrad knew exactly where they all stood.
• His last words hadn’t been as cryptic. “You are more ready than I was, Dominic.” His words kept playing in Dominic’s head over and over. Ready to take over? Ready for Conrad to leave him the fuck alone? He could only wish.