Chapter 67

• Dominic
• Her eyes drift slowly over my chest. Not just a glance. She really looks. At the scars first. Old knife wounds. Bullet marks that never faded right. Then at the tattoos layered over them, ink meant to blur the damage and make it look intentional.
• With the bandages gone from my shoulder, there’s nothing left to distract her. Fear tightens in my gut as she steps closer. Too close. Close enough that her gaze could land on the five numbers etched near my heart.