Liana's POV
I knew right away that it was from him the second I saw the flowers.
Black tulips.
There was only a single individual within this city, dare I say in this entire world knew I have a affinity for black tulips. Not that I ever publicly professed it or proclaimed it. But that once, several years ago, I had stepped before a florist on downtown's street and mumbled in hushed tone how unusual and strangely lovely they were. He had overheard me, despite the fact I hadn't wanted him to.
Dominic had always possessed a talent for noticing the things you never spoke out loud.
The bouquet sat in a slender, obsidian glass vase on the hall table, sophisticated, dark and somehow threatening in its silence. There was no note, but I didn't need one. The silence was louder than anything he
