DOMINIC

I stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me harder than I intended. The sound echoed through the room, but I didn’t care. The incident with Elena still gnawed at me. She’d had one simple job. One! And yet she’d managed to screw it up.

I shook my head, trying to shove the thought aside as I didn’t have time to dwell on her failures. I had bigger things to handle.

The crystal decanter on my desk caught my eye—the amber liquid inside glinting in the afternoon ...