“Dominic?” My voice wavers as I take a cautious step toward him. His face is pale, his green eyes dull, and the ferocity that had driven him moments ago has drained away like water slipping through cracks in stone. “What’s wrong?” He shakes his head slightly as though he can’t afford the energy to respond. Slowly, he slides down the wall until he’s sitting, his back pressed against it for support. The sight sends a jolt of fear through me. Dominic never looks weak—not like this. “Dom, talk to me,” I plead, kneeling beside him. “You’re scaring me.” A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips,
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