Death was better than bondage. I was away from Dominic, but I wasn’t free. He lived in my mind. He lived in my thoughts, and he was trying to make his way back into my world. I couldn’t shake him. I couldn’t escape him. It was like he was waiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to jump out. His scare tactics were working. I actively feared for my life. I couldn’t think straight, and I was mentally exhausted.
Uuugh somebody gotta murk Dominic soon!!!!!
