(Dominic’s POV)
I slammed the door shut behind me, the echo ricocheting off the walls like a gunshot. My fists were still stained with Caleb’s blood. My own knuckles were torn open, raw and burning as I crossed the room and yanked open the bathroom cabinet.
I grabbed a cloth and doused it in whiskey from the flask on the counter—there was no damn antiseptic here, so this would have to do. The sting made me hiss, but I welcomed the pain. It was better than feeling the fury still boiling in my chest.
Caleb’s words played on a loop in my head.
“She’ll be your downfall.”
I grit my teeth and scrubbed harder at the cuts until fresh blood welled up.
The door burst open without warning.
Logan.
His face was thundercloud dark, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might snap. He didn
