Third Person POV

Dominic’s arms tightened around her, his lips brushing lightly over Evelyn’s damp cheek. “I’m here,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. But behind the calm in his tone, his gaze hardened. ‘Mine! Anyone who dared to lay a hand on what was mine, on the woman I love, was digging their own grave.’

Evelyn tilted her face slightly to look up at him. “Should we… go talk to Noah?” Her voice was hesitant, carrying that fragile uncertainty that made him want to ...