The heavy dungeon door groaned shut behind Raymond, the sound of the iron bar sliding back into place echoing like a death knell in the small, cold space. I was locked in. We were locked in. I turned from the door, my heart a frantic bird beating against my ribs, and found Dominic’s dark eyes already on me. The feral rage had receded, leaving behind a terrifying clarity.

“You need to get out of here,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly command that scraped raw against the ...