Within seconds I'm released from the heavy darkness of my husband's cloak. Blinding light surrounds me, piercing my vision, and it's difficult to get my bearings. My head continues to spin as if I were spun rapidly on a swing. It happens every time Dominic flashes me from one place to another, and I hate it. Thankfully, he keeps his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me steady. He knows I need a minute, but I can feel his anxiety. He's not concerned about me losing my balance. ...