Burned Heart

Being at Onyx in the afternoon felt strange…

The place was quiet, far too quiet.

There was no buzz of music or laughter, just the low sound of footsteps and the occasional scrape of chairs being dragged across the floor as the few workers present prepared for the night.

Dom walked toward the entrance, his stomach tied in knots.

Maybe this was all a prank. A stupid, cruel prank Elena was playing.