Dominic's Pov

The air was thick with unsaid things. After Marc left my penthouse, his tension remained in the room like fog after gunfire. I was at the window staring over the city. I'd built this skyline in my head all those years ago, before I ever cut it from glass and stone. But now I could feel it being taken from me, grains of control slipping through fingers that used to crush like fists.

Elia Torres was no longer a name. She was a silhouette on the floor, a sanitized file that didn't ...