Floating Pain

“Oh, Wilder, nice of you to join us,” Genevieve’s voice was silky, taunting, yet dripping with venom as she slid off Dom’s lap.

Elena felt the words slice into her like a blade.

Dom’s eyes were on her, but he didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

The room felt suffocating.

Her fingers tightened around her phone as she bent to pick it up, her instincts screaming at her to run.

Run before this gets worse.