The man's finger was on the trigger, ready to end Dominic's life. I stood there, my hand behind my back, feeling the cold metal of the dagger I'd grabbed from the broken vase earlier when I was throwing things at Dominic. My fingers wrapped around the handle.

I know how this will end. Dominic would never let us walk out of here freely. Even if this man kills him, his pack would hunt us down. We'd never make it past the gates.

The stranger was still talking, his voice getting ...