ELENA

My heart pounded harder with each step Dominic took toward me. His movements were slow, sluggish, but there was no mistaking the dangerous intent in his eyes. I could smell the whiskey on him, thick and heavy in the air between us.

Still, I refused to let the panic show on my face. I knew him. If he saw fear, it would only fuel whatever twisted urge had taken hold of him tonight.

I forced myself to stand my ground, my voice wary but firm. “Dominic… what the hell has come over ...