The night is endless and suffocating. I don't sleep. I don't even try. I just lie there, staring at the fancy ceiling, my mind trapped in its own terrifying thoughts. Raymond. Greeley. Their plot. It plays on a horrible loop behind my eyes. Dominic, weak but free, hunted like an animal. Dominic, cornered. Dominic, falling under a blade held by his own brother's command. The images are so vivid I can almost smell the blood, hear the final, sickening thud.

It's not just his life he's risking.

My ...