Sleeping Beauty

Dominic stared at Elena, watching her chest rise and fall with every steady breath. Her face was relaxed, the faintest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She looked peaceful. Innocent, even.

He should have felt guilty. He knew that. A decent man would’ve felt something—even a tiny bit of remorse or even a trace of regret—but Dominic Sterling wasn’t a decent man. Never was and