The violent tremors of the encounter still vibrated through the air of the office, but Dominic Mylod’s primary focus remained on the woman trembling beside him. He reached out and took Sienna Flynn’s hand, his grip firm, warm, and infused with a steady strength that seemed to anchor her spiraling thoughts. As he led her toward the exit, Sienna felt a surreal flush of heat creep up her neck and settle in her cheeks. The man currently guiding her through the wreckage was not the hollow, frightened husband she had cared for over the last three years. He moved with a terrifying, predatory elegance, a stark contrast to the submissive shadow who took beatings from her mother without a word.
For the first time since the accident, Sienna saw a flash of the hero who had saved her life—the man who
