Dominic Pov

I was still sitting in my office, leaning back into my chair. My eyes drifted over the ceiling, trying to unravel the restlessness gnawing beneath my skin when my phone buzzed on the table beside me.

I thought it was a normal call at first, not until I saw the name. Or rather, the number. It was a number that always spoke of trouble.

It was Liana. My chest tightened. I looked at the screen for a fraction of a second more than I should have trying to decide what to do. And ...