Chapter 65

Five minutes later, they arrived at the study. Sloane moved quickly, packing her things while the bodyguards efficiently loaded them. Still, her curiosity got the better of her. “Where’s Damon?” she asked. The bodyguard glanced at Dominic. Dominic, seated in the leather chair, radiated the same unshakable calm. Black trousers perfectly pressed, expression icy, every inch the embodiment of control. His voice cut through the room. “He won’t die.” Sloane blinked. Of course… the boss acts arrogantly, but every move is calculated, even life itself. She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I mean… since he’s already been beaten, shouldn’t he be beaten enough? Otherwise, he might think that abuse equals affection.” Dominic raised an eyebrow, the room suddenly feeling colder, clearer, as if snow had just fallen. “Very well,” he said. The bodyguard immediately nodded. “Don’t worry, Doctor Veyre. I’ve left him in Bruno’s care. A few of his brothers will… entertain Mr. Blackthorn. It feels like