Chapter 78

DOMINIC

I felt like absolute shit. Faith was right. Hell, everyone was right. What the fuck was I thinking, bringing Eliza into my home? Our home. I should've taken her somewhere else—dragged her to some apartment far away, anything to keep Faith from having to deal with her presence. Instead, I'd invited chaos into the one place Faith should've felt safe.

I ran a hand through my hair, yanking at the strands as if the pain would somehow help me think straight. When had I become such a moron? My actions were normally well thought out and calculated. But not this time. This time, I'd let emotion and stupidity steer the ship.

I glanced over at Faith lying so still in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, her breathing steady but shallow. The doctor had said she'd passed out from stress. Stress that I had caused. She didn't deserve this—any of it. And Eliza? I didn't care that she bled. Hell, I knew she was faking it, putting on her little theatrics. But Faith? She was