Dominic's POV

The concrete floor bites through my torn shirt, cold seeping into my bones. My shoulder throbs where that psychotic twin's claws tore through muscle, but the real pain sits deeper—twenty years of authority just crumbled to dust.

Eight feet by ten feet of humiliation, reeking of piss and fear. The attack was supposed to be swift—grab the girl, eliminate witnesses, vanish before they could mount a defense.

Instead, half my warriors are dead and the other ...