Chapter 74

**Sloane**

Dom’s door was cracked open, servers purring, fans whining, the soft click-click of a restless keyboard. I slipped in, bare feet quiet on the concrete, Ronan’s green shirt falling to mid-thigh like a stolen flag. My shoulder tugged where Dante had stitched me, a dull, electric ache that argued with each step. I ignored it.

“Wraith?” Dom spun so fast his chair rolled, banged the desk, an