Chapter 18: Stop
(Grace's POV)
Pain burned hot across my cheek. The swelling from Sophia's slap had worsened, making every movement a reminder of her rage.
My fingers brushed across the tender skin as I stood outside the pack clinic. I needed treatment. This wasn’t something I could ignore—especially with everything else spiraling around me.
Dominic stood at my side. Tall, stoic, and unmovable as ever. His expression remained unreadable, but his presence was undeniably comforting. He’d insisted on accompanying me here after the incident at the hospital, his protective instincts far more obvious than he cared to let on.
“This is unnecessary,” I muttered, trying to mask my discomfort as we stepped into the clinic.
“You’re injured,” he replied curtly, not even looking at me. “It’s
