Dominic's POV
The chill in the wind bit through my jacket as I scanned the shoreline. My chest was tight with frustration.
"Eva!" I shouted again, my voice cutting through the sound of crashing waves.
Silence.
"Eva!"
A movement near the rocks caught my eye, and i whipped my head to face her at once. Anger now replacing my worry now that I knew she was safe.
She stepped out of the shadows, the soft glow of moonlight catching her figure. My jaw tightened as I took her in her almost non-existent outfit; she had a very revealing swimsuit on, it was ripped in several places and it seemed more like threads tied together.
It should have been provocative, on another woman it would have been, but on her—my sister, it was disgusting.
"Eva," I said, keeping my voice calm despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "What the fuck is this?"
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small, almost coy smile. "You came."