Chapter 9 The Dark Romance

• The morning sun broke through the storm clouds, casting long streaks of gold across the master suite. But the warmth outside couldn't touch the dark, electric tension that had settled inside the room.
• Sienna sat on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, wrapped in a fresh velvet robe. She stared at her hands, her mind spinning. *Fated mates.* The concept felt like something out of an ancient myth, yet as she looked down at her skin, she could still feel the phantom heat of Dominic's touch from the night before.
• The heavy oak door swung open, and Dominic stepped inside.