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Dominic's towering frame cast a dark shadow over the bed, but it was his eyes that truly pinned me down. With a terrifying intensity that made the air in the master bedroom feel paper-thin.
"What did that mean, Cassandra?"
His question hung in the air, and my mind was in absolute, chaotic turmoil.
My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I was certain he could hear it with his heightened wolf senses, and the silver Luna mark on the right side of my neck throbbed with a hot, scalding sting that made my skin prickle.
’Think, Cassandra. Think!’ I screamed at myself internally.
What was I supposed to tell him… ‘That I’d had a weird vision? That I’d stood on a rain-slicked ridge I’d only ever read about in dusty library books, watching him get gutted by green-poisoned
