ELENA

I kept my eyes on Dominic, searching for any sign that he wasn’t serious. Some kind of smirk, a flicker of amusement, something—anything—that would tell me he was just playing another one of his twisted games.

But there was nothing.

His expression stayed calm, his eyes locked onto mine with the same mysterious look he always wore when he was completely in control of a situation.

And maybe that was what unsettled me the most. He meant it.

I swallowed, my mind racing as I tried ...