#Chapter 129 Renee

Dominic I walked out of the stone building, the heavy door slamming behind me. The guard at the front gate didn’t speak. Smart man. I would’ve killed him too if he’d looked at me wrong. That wasn't usually who I was, but it felt like that was something I was capable of now. The rogue was dead. I could still feel the shape of his throat beneath my knuckles, the crack of bone against bone, the way his eyes had rolled back in his skull before the last breath escaped his lungs when I'd run out of the potion in between him trying to bullshit me and the bits of truth I'd been able to get from him. My ears rang with the sound of my own breathing, harsh and uneven, and the rust-colored stench of blood clung to my clothes like smoke from a fire that never went out. The car was already running when I got in. I didn't remember hitting the push start or the remote start either. I was grateful that I had decided to drive myself because I'd needed the solitude, but now that I had to drive b