Davina's POV

Words lodged in my throat. So did all my oxygen.

I was pretty sure I was about to faint.

When I finally managed to croak a sentence out, I became hyperaware of how dry my tongue was. “H-how did you find me?”

“I have a better question: how did you manage to hide for so long?”

He was calm. Pleasant, even. But every syllable dripped with accusation.

Four long years of the stuff.

“I have my ways.” I shrugged a shoulder.

“You mean Dominic has his ways. Incidentally, ...