Late at night…
Dominic just lay there, watching her.
Mila slept in his arms, her face relaxed. One of her hands still rested lightly against his chest.
His fingers brushed gently through her hair, careful not to wake her.
His phone vibrated, breaking the silence of the room. Dominic's gaze shifted to the bedside table. The screen lit up, a message flashing across it.
He reached out and took the phone.
'Marco's location is tracked.'
His eyes sharpened instantly. This was the moment he had been waiting for.
'Marco. You are dead.'
He tried to move out of bed.
She stirred slightly in her sleep, her arm curling faintly against him, as if sensing the shift.
Dominic stilled, his attention returning to her. He remembered her fear and worry for him.
'You could be the one on that table…' Her words echoed in his mind.
And for the first time in a long time, Dominic was scared.
Before, he had never cared. Death didn't scare him.
