Chapter 83

ALEXANDER

Faith was gone.

The words echoed in my mind like a deafening sound, repeating over and over until I could hardly think.

Her bodyguards had managed to send a final report before everything went silent. They were ambushed. Faith had been taken. And by the time reinforcements got to the location, the guards were dead—slaughtered like they were nothing more than obstacles in the way.

Something inside him snapped when Dominic heard that.

I'd seen Dominic angry before. I'd seen him enraged. I'd even seen him vindictive. But never like this.

He stood in the middle of the room, shaking, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His breathing was ragged, uneven, as though he couldn't catch enough air. And his eyes—bloodshot, wild, desperate—were nothing like the Dominic I knew.

"No," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "No, no, no—"

Then he whirled and slammed his fist into the nearest wall.

The crack of his knuckles hitting