The sight of him on his knees, chained to the cold stone wall, shattered something inside me. My heart didn’t just break; it shattered, into a million jagged pieces that tore at my insides. I fumbled with the heavy iron bar lock, my fingers slipping in my panic, and finally shoved the cell door open with a screech of metal.

“Dominic!” I rushed to him, dropping to my own knees on the damp floor. I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. His skin was cold. His eyes, usually so dark and ...