Dominic froze the moment he saw her. His expression darkened instantly, then worry flashed across his face. He rushed toward her and crouched beside her.
"Mila." He pulled her carefully into his arms.
"Is it really you?" she asked weakly, searching his face as though afraid she was hallucinating.
"It's me," Dominic replied immediately, cradling her protectively.
His brows furrowed sharply as he noticed her flushed skin, trembling body, and torn dress sleeves.
"What happened to you? Why are you like this?"
Mila clutched his shirt tightly with trembling fingers. "He drugged me…"
Her condition worsened dramatically. The familiar scent of Dominic surrounded her, driving the drug deeper into her senses.
Heat rushed violently through her body.
Her breathing became shaky and uneven as she instinctively pressed herself closer to him, seeking relief from the unbearable burning sensation consuming her from within. Her fingers tightened desperately around his shirt.
