If I had to describe the vibe in the villa right now, I wouldn’t use the word "tense." Tense is what you feel when you’re waiting for a root canal. This was more like being trapped in a pressurized cabin at thirty thousand feet while the pilot decides whether or not he feels like crashing. The doctor had barely cleared the driveway before the "New Management" protocols kicked in. "Get up," Dominic said. He didn't look at me. He was staring at the doorway of the master suite like he wanted to murder the wood. He had been standing like a statue for ten minutes since the doctor left, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers, his shoulders so tight I was surprised his seams hadn't popped. "I’m resting, Dominic. Remember? Your orders? I’m glass? I’m a delicate little Thorne-vessel?" I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to inject as much sass into my voice as possible to hide the fact that my heart was currently doing a frantic tap-dance against my ribs. Julian Sterling’s n
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