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Chapter Eighty-Three: Unraveled

Author: Hallie Hart
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-19 17:57:35

Amelia’s POV

The evening air was crisp as I stepped into the dimly lit lounge where Dominic had asked me to meet him. The city’s hum felt distant, muted behind the walls of this hidden refuge. My heart pounded in my chest—not just from the walk here, but from the tension that coiled tight every time I was near him.

Dominic was already there when I arrived, sitting in the shadowed corner, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid swirling in his glass. The sharp lines of his jaw were softened only slightly by the low light, but his eyes held the same storm I’d come to know—a mix of pain, fury, and something fragile, barely contained.

“Amelia,” he said, voice low, threading a thread of exhaustion through the usual gruffness. “Thanks for coming.”

I nodded, sliding into the seat opposite him, watching as the silence stretched between us like a taut wire. There was no pretense here, no casual small talk. He needed to say what was bottled up inside, and I was ready to listen—no matter how dark the
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