part 8 : the storm within

Dominic's fists clenched. His jaw

worked, his breath heavy. "You pushed her

too far, he growled.

Damien didn't back down. "We both did. But

I'm not giving up.

"She needs space," dominic muttered

running a hand through his hair. "But 'II be

damned if don't protect her from the

shadows."

Neither said another word. But both made

the same silent vow:

I'll wait for her. I'Il fight for her. And when

she's ready-I'll be the one she chooses

Meanwhile.

Fiona stood on a rooftop under the rain,

arms around herself, heart thundering like

the skies above

She didn't regret leaving

But God.. why did it feel like she'd left a

piece of herself behind in both of their

arms?