Savior

Samuel did not leave Drake’s bedside. He looked to be on death’s door. Like he got shot and not Aurora. This made Dominik sick with worry. When the storm hit, and she still hadn’t been found, he was afraid he had seen her for the last time.

On the afternoon after the storm stopped, Dominik was in his office, drunk off of whiskey. He didn’t even hear her walk in. He swung around fast when he heard her voice.

“Is this what I am to expect every time you have a scare that I am dead?”