Chapter 982 More Harm Than Good

• Back in his room, Dominic showered under scalding water, scrubbing the grit of battle from his skin, then changed into a fresh charcoal-gray suit that smelled faintly of cedar.
• He ate a quiet dinner on the second floor—steak, salad, black coffee—then returned upstairs, loosened his tie, and took out his phone.
• First he called Yvonne to let her know he was safe. The two of them lingered over the line for nearly an hour, their words soft, unhurried, the goodbye reluctant.