Vivian’s pov
The fire in the stone fireplace blazed brightly, throwing warm, flickering orange shadows across the room.
I knelt on the edge of the mattress, an iron basin of water resting beside me. Dominic’s dark shirt was soaked in sweat and black blood. I used Silas’s dagger to slice the ruined fabric away, exposing his chest.
His body was defined by thick muscle and filled with a harsh history of silver scars. However, the most prominent mark was the dark, jagged crescent moon brand that had been seared directly over his heart.
My hands trembled as I dipped a strip of linen into the cold water.
I pressed the damp cloth against the angry, blistered skin surrounding the burn on his shoulder. Dominic flinched, a sharp escaping his mouth.
For ten years, I have heard of this man to b
