Chapter 220: The ghost from the past

The room smelled of iron and smoke.

Dominic stood in the center of the underground base, the dim light above him flickering like it couldn’t decide whether to die or not.

His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows, faint streaks of blood spattering the crisp white fabric. On the concrete floor lay the man who’d gone after Serena barely conscious, a dark pool of blood spreading beneath him.