Dominic didn’t need to speak for the air to shift.
Even with two bodyguards flanking him, he stepped forward himself, reaching to draw Sloane behind him.
The nearest guard moved instinctively, blocking his path.
A muscle ticked in Dominic’s jaw. His gaze swept over the man, sharp and cold as a blade drawn in winter.
The guard froze, every instinct screaming not to move. It was the kind of gaze that carried weight, the kind that made lesser wolves drop their eyes.
“I said,” Dominic’s voice was low, dangerous, “when I decide to take someone, no one stops me.”
The temperature seemed to drop. The soft hum of the hospital hallway vanished into stillness.
Within seconds, several of Dominic’s men appeared, surrounding Damon and Ethan with precision born of instinct and trai
