ELENA

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I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees pulled to my chest, staring at the door like it might open and swallow me whole. I had said yes. I had actually said yes to Dominic, to letting him touch me, to becoming his wife in every way that word could cut. My skin still crawled at the memory of his voice, low and calm, telling me I had no choice if I wanted Mason and Lucia to breathe another day.

I pressed my forehead to my knees and tried to breathe slow, but the air tasted ...