Chapter 79

DOMINIC

Eliza was the queen of hell—there was no other explanation. She wasn't just wicked; she reveled in chaos. And now, she'd come for Faith. That much was clear. Standing there, my fists clenched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms, I fought to keep my rage in check. My head throbbed, and my chest felt tight with the weight of it all. Faith had endured enough, and I'd allowed this to happen. This was on me.

I banged my head against the cold wall, shaking with pent-up anger. How could I have been so blind? So stupidly idiotic? Faith's face was in my head now—how she'd been in pain and tired, and that blank look in her eyes. The memory twisted my gut.

Anthony's voice cut through the silence. "Dom, you good, man? You're freaking me out."

I turned, taking a deep breath, trying to shake off the storm brewing inside. "I want to see the witnesses now," I said firmly, my voice low and deliberate. "Every second wasted is another second Faith spends in this