#Chapter 98: Changing Tunes

Dominic POV Dominic’s boots barely made a sound on the polished hardwood as he eased Aurora into the hotel bed. She was practically a ragdoll in his arms, like all the anger and fire she’d hurled at him earlier had burned through every last ounce of energy she had left. She didn’t stir as he tugged the blankets up around her shoulders, tucking them around her frame until she let out a soft sigh of content. Her face, softened with sleep, was still slightly streaked with the faint marks of tears. The same ones she’d shed as she screamed at him, her voice cracking from weeks of pent-up rage and heartbreak. He could still hear her now, even in the quiet of their room, you gave me no choice, Dominic. You sold Gianna. You sold her just like my father sold me. The words had gutted him at the time. Now, in the stillness of this dimly lit room, all he felt was sorrow. It wasn’t her fault to think such horrible things about him. To believe he was capable of doing something that hei