Morning crawled into the penthouse through blackout curtains and rain-smeared glass. Eirwen woke tangled in expensive sheets, her skin aching with bruises Dom had left—marks of violence and devotion, reminders of the line she’d walked to come back alive.She rolled onto her side, the bed empty beside her, a faint heat lingering where his body had been. From the next room, she heard Dom’s voice—low, cold, never raised, but sharp enough to cut.“She doesn’t leave my sight again,” he said, words clipped over encrypted comms. “Double security on every entrance. Anyone gets within ten feet, I want them broken before I see them.”A chorus of yes, boss, then silence. Dom’s presence filled the room before he even entered—bare chest, ink and muscle and the scent of soap and gun oil. He looked at her, gaze sweeping over every bruise, every cut, and something savage flickered behind his eyes.“Up,” he said, voice soft but unyielding. “I have things to show you.”She rose, still sore, still burni
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