Cierra:
The world blurred into motion around us.
Medics surged forward with stretchers and bags of glowing salves, their faces drawn tight with purpose—until they caught Dominic’s expression. Then they hesitated.
Everyone did.
Because Dominic wasn’t just giving orders. He was radiating something territorial, primal, unyielding. A silent command:
Do not separate them. Do not touch them until I say you can.
Dane’s breathing was worsening—shallow, uneven, rattling as though each inhale snagged on something sharp inside him. His skin had gone gray at the edges, and his lips were tinged blue. But he still refused to release my hand—or Dominic’s presence.
And Dominic kept a steady grip on both of us, grounding us like a storm given form.
“Work here,” he growled at the medics.
No one que
