DOM
Lena was asleep upstairs, and I was trying like hell not to pace a hole into the floor.
The second we got back to the house, I made her eat something and practically carried her into a bath. Her skin was still flushed from the heat of our bond, from whatever power she'd used to break free, and even though she said she wasn't tired, she barely made it through brushing her hair before she crashed.
I stood in the doorway and watched her sleep for a while, just to reassure myself she was really here. Breathing. Whole. Safe.
Then I forced myself back downstairs to deal with the shitstorm waiting for me.
Lucas met me in the kitchen, arms crossed, jaw set tight. "What the hell happened back there?"
