Chapter 137

A cage flashed through Sloane’s mind, the polite kind, made of good china and cold smiles and spotless floors you were never allowed to stain. Her chest tightened. “I’ve thought about breathing,” she said honestly. “That’s as far as I’ve gotten.” Elara’s expression softened for a moment. She’d lived long enough to recognize that particular kind of tired. Then the mischief returned, twice as bright. “All right,” she said briskly. “Then let’s start with a simple question.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, ignoring the way Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose like he already regretted everything. “What kind of men do you like, little doctor?” Elara asked. “Brooding insomniacs? Workaholics with more money than sense? Guys with a wolf under their skin and a history of dental problems? You tell me, and I’ll introduce you to a few.” “Aunt,” Dominic said warningly, voice edged with that low growl that made most people back up three steps. Elara flicked her fingers at him. “Hush. I just s