The study was thick with the scent of fir and ink. Dominic stood against the light from the floor to ceiling window. As Avery entered, he turned toward her.
"Adrian invited me to the North Port," he said.
"To discuss what?"
"Logistics quotas. His docks, my cargo." He paused. "He asked for a private meeting."
"You can't go right now," Avery blurted out. "Your eyes haven't healed yet. Helen said you need rest."
"I can see light, Avery," he interrupted. "Even if it's just outlines."
Avery was stunned. She stepped closer, trying to look into his pupils. "Seeing outlines isn't the same as being healed. You're gambling with your sight."
She reached up to remove his glasses, but he caught her wrist before she could touch them.
"I never gamble," Dominic said. He held her with lethal precis
