The weight of his body against mine was a comfort I never thought I’d crave. Dominic slept with the deep, quiet exhaustion of a man who had finally put down a burden, if only for a few hours. My fingers traced the hard lines of his back, feeling the powerful muscles that had just moments ago been coiled with violence, now slack and at peace.

My monster. My tyrant.

But the peace was fragile, shattered by the thoughts screaming in my head. The echo of his fury on the cliffside, the cold ...