#Chapter 88: Charged Arms

Dominic POV Dominic’s hands clenched at his sides as he stared down the hallway where the bedroom was, waiting for her to emerge anytime now. His relief at having her back should have been all-consuming, grounding him, but instead, it was like standing in the eye of a storm: destroying him with each second that passed. She looked wrecked. Her dress was torn, hanging off one shoulder in a way that felt more violent than accidental. Her skin was smeared with dirt and faint bruises, the angry mottling around her jaw making his blood boil. She hadn’t said much since he pulled her from that alley, her sobbing had subsided once they were safely tucked into the back of his rental. He could barely get a single coherent sentence out of her before she’d almost gotten taken again, and now that felt like an impossible feat. The panic at seeing her getting dragged away had worn off. Now rage clawed at his insides. “She wasn’t supposed to be hurt,” Dominic muttered, pacing across th