(Hazel)
The muted ring of his voice filtered into my ears like the hum of traffic, muted by a good distance.
I lumbered downstairs, hands folded into my top. My eyes are heavy and so are my feet. I can barely lift them off the ground.
One look at him, and I went speechless.
Muscles contracted in a fit of rage. At a closer range, his voice rumbled like the blast of thunder. For a man who's calm and collected, this shade frightens me.
" Dominic," I called, cautiously.
His attention snapped at my direction. The fiery gaze faltered. He blinked once. Then again, until it was back to its serenity.
" Are you better? You should return. The housekeeper is with the chef. Hopefully they will make something good for you." His eyes swept over me, worry lacing his eyes. His calm demeanor contr
