Too Late

Still Dominic’s POV

“How are you feeling?” I asked Bethany when I got into the room. She had woken up already when I got in, she sat on the bed with her back to the headboard. I could see the lines of tears on her face and I know she has been crying. I wanted to go over and pull her into my arms, but something kept holding me back. I could see that same guilt on her face again, although she tried to hide it from me. She looked away from me, looking at her hands as she played with her fingers, trying to avoid my eyes.

“I’m fine Dom, this is not about me, this has never been about me or my feelings. It’s the family of those people, Dom, what the hell have I done?

H… H… Have you found out anything, did you find out about their families, are they safe, we’re they being held by King Ashford, where are they?” she asked me hysterically, the tears sliding down her cheeks once more.