Elora’s POV
The doors swing open, their sound so loud like they were angry about being woken up. Light spills in. I shifted from the bed, my face already scrunching up in a frown. Two shadows hit the floor, long and looming, one after the other.
I blinked, trying to get my brain to boot up. There’s Dominic, impossible to miss. He sucks up space, gives off the vibe of a thunderstorm pacing the edges of its own clouds. Behind him was Dante. Quieter, but it didn't fool me. Behind that calmness was a storm brewing, and every ounce of his attention was locked on me.
I swallowed.
My stomach twists. Honestly, for half a second, I figure I’m still stuck somewhere in last night’s nightmare. Duty, destiny, all that weighty stuff people use to suffocate you. Crown. Bond.
Dominic said my name,
