The Bloody Wrist

Dominic had no clue what was really churning beneath her placid expression. Taking her measured response as a genuine truce, he relaxed. The rigid set of his shoulders dropped. He studied her face, noticing the slight softening in her demeanor compared to the icy hostility of the past few days. A spark of hope ignited in his dark eyes.

He stepped closer and gestured toward the door. "So, are you