Chapter 22 She Was Confused

• The car cruised steadily through the dimming city streets. In the passenger seat, Elena leaned her head against the window. Her eyes traced the blur of passing streetlights reflected on the glass. But it wasn’t the scenery that filled her mind.
• It was Dominic’s face.
• His cold smile. The way he used to look at her when they were in that grand house—before it turned into a cage. Elena bit her lip, her chest tightening. Every memory slammed into her like a storm, hitting the most fragile parts of her heart.