DOMINIC
Damn it.
My fists clenched at my sides as I stared at Harper. She'd fainted again.
I should've killed that bastard the moment I saw him. Owen was lucky his father, Jude, showed up in time to stop me from rearranging his face permanently. Instead, Jude dared to call in his bodyguards— three of them — to hold me back while he took swings at me for hitting his son.
That was how I ended up like this. Bruised. Bloody.
I stepped closer to the bed, leaned in, and gently brushed strands of raven-black hair from her pale face. Her lips parted on a soft moan.
"Dominic."
Her brow twitched, her nose scrunched, and she swallowed, only to wince seconds later. I cupped her cheek. She leaned into my touch like she knew it was me, even in sleep. Then her hand shot up, fingers closing around mine.
I stilled.
