DOMINIC
I felt like absolute s**t. Faith was right. Hell, everyone was right. What the f**k was I thinking, bringing Eliza into my home? Our home. I should've taken her somewhere else—dragged her to some apartment far away, anything to keep Faith from having to deal with her presence. Instead, I'd invited chaos into the one place Faith should've felt safe.
I ran a hand through my hair, yanking at the strands as if the pain would somehow help me think straight. When had I become such a moron? My actions were normally well thought out and calculated. But not this time. This time, I'd let emotion and stupidity steer the ship.
I glanced over at Faith lying so still in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, her breathing steady but shallow. The doctor had said she'd passed out from stress. Str
