DOMINIC'S POV
“The attacker is dead.”
For one full second, the words didn’t register properly.
Then they did.
And suddenly the entire hallway felt colder.
“What?” I said quietly.
The security guard standing outside the restroom looked visibly uncomfortable.
“We found him in the east stairwell, sir.”
Every instinct inside me sharpened instantly.
Dead?
No.
That wasn’t possible.
The bastard had been running when he escaped me.
Alive.
Fast.
Panicked.
Which meant someone silenced him afterward.
My jaw tightened dangerously.
Lucien.
It had to be Lucien.
Behind me, Elara sucked in a shaky breath.
I turned immediately.
Her face had gone pale again.
Too pale.
“Don’t think about it,” I said firmly.
But she already was.
I could see it happening in real time.
Fear.
Confusi
