Dominic's POV
She only raised her eyebrows but did not say a word. I knew she would not. She was despicably fatigued, wrung dry. And even as everything in me wanted to demand answers, so I knew now was not the time.
My musings were interrupted with a soft knock. Luca slipped inside the door, his usual stride lamed momentarily with the sight. His eyes moved from me to Leila, then back again, his confusion giving way to concern.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded tensely, filled with worry.
"She fell down the stairs," I said simply. How much I didn't want to give details.
"Fell?" Luca repeated beside now, peering down upon her. "Are you all right, Leila?"
She managed a small smile, "I'm fine, Luca. Just a few bruises, I suppose."