Chapter 173: His promise

Dominic didn’t flinch, though the sting shot sharp up his arm. His glare, however, could have flayed skin. “

When he had drawn enough blood, Marshall Briggs handed Dominic a folded handkerchief.

“You came prepared,” Dominic muttered, pressing the cloth against his arm.

“I’m always prepared,” Marshall Briggs replied easily, sealing the sample in a ziplock bag and slipping it into his case. Then he