Chapter 35

• Dominic
• White heat floods my chest the moment my eyes lock onto the bastard strapped to the chair. The one who put his hands where they never should have been. The one who thought he could take something from me and walk away.
• Rage moves through me fast and hard, like fire racing through dry veins. My hands tremble. Not fear. Not doubt. Pure fury, sharp enough to cut. I force myself to breathe. Slow. Controlled. One breath, then another.