The heavy scent of pine and damp earth clung to the bypass as Sienna Flynn collapsed into Dominic Mylod’s embrace, her frame wracked with violent, rhythmic sobs. The sheer terror of the past ten minutes—the whistling bolts, the guttural roars of the Richards Brothers, and the terrifyingly efficient way her husband had neutralized them—had shattered her composure.
"I thought I’d lost you! I thought they were going to kill you right in front of me!" she gasped, her voice muffled against his chest.
Dominic held her with a fierce, protective tenderness, his large hands stroking her hair in slow, rhythmic motions. "It’s over, Sienna. I’m right here. Nobody is going to hurt you. Not today, not ever."
He gently guided her back to the passenger seat of the car. Her hands were trembling so viole
