He seemed completely unaffected by their presence, stooping down in front of Amy and staring at her through an ivory mask, a grim smile painted across its surface. And she knew fear. This had to be Dom. This… this wasn’t a man. Wasn’t a fucking player. This was a killing machine. Death incarnate. She could see it in the way his muscle rippled, the way he walked with an eerie grace. She knew she was irrevocably fucked.
