Chapter 31 He Just Keeps Giving New Wounds

• Dominic pushed the bedroom door open gently. The chill of the night still clung to his body, stark against the warmth of the dimly lit, silent room. His eyes immediately fell on the figure curled up on the bed. Elena, sleeping with her back turned toward the door.
• Her breathing was calm, her face peaceful, softly illuminated by the bedside lamp.
• For a moment, Dominic simply stood there at the threshold, quietly watching the curve of her back. There was something in the stillness that made the pain in his arm feel sharper, as if his body had just remembered how bad the injury really was.