Domain’s POV
Sleep had become a stranger to me. I sat in my office, the room lit only by the pale glow of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
My desk was a disaster of scattered papers, cold coffee cups, and my phone which was my lifeline to Ethan. Except it hadn’t rung. Not once.
Every time, I swore to myself I would tear the world apart to bring him home. But the clock kept ticking, and still, there was nothing.
Until the burner phone rang. The sharp buzz sliced through the silence, sending a jolt through my chest. My hand shot out to grab it before the second ring. My voice came out rough, strangled.
“Ethan?” Silence. Then the distorted voice I’d come to hate with a visceral, almost physical fury. “Mr. Blackwell.” “We’ve been patient. You’ve had time to consider our dema
