Chapter 68 - Aftermath
- Sinclair
- “Dominic?” My beta, Hugo, stands behind me, watching me with a worried expression. “We need you in the war room.”
- “I want to be here when she wakes up.” I insist, keeping my gaze locked on Ella. She’s asleep in my bed, her small body curled beneath the covers. Her arms are bandaged from shoulder to fingertip, and bruises dot her fair skin in too many places to count.