Chapter 167: Wouldn't miss it

Dominic’s head tilted toward the clock mounted on the night stand. The thin second hand ticked past the hour mark, and he squinted his eyes.

With a low groan, he pushed himself upright, ignoring the throbbing in his ribs.

His body screamed in protest, every bruise ached, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through.

Pain was nothing new. Pain was manageable. What wasn’t manageable was the gnawing