ELENA

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My heart pounded so loud as I watched Dominic stand there, flipping the gun in his hand like it was just another toy. That smirk on his face—it made my skin crawl. There was a darkness in his eyes that didn’t match the almost playful way he moved, and it was that darkness that sent chills down my spine. He watched Mason and Lucia the way a cat might watch a mouse, tilting his head, deciding which one he wanted to break first.

My breath came in short, quick gasps. I could feel ...