He was at my side the second the doc began lifting my shirt. As more of my stomach was exposed, he stiffened. He’d been angry before, but that was nothing compared to now. The stone cold expression on his face said he could kill without a second thought. His eyes darkened quickly; a dangerous glow touched the edge of his irises. His wolf was reacting in kind. They both could murder without regret. Dom’s jaw was clamped tight as it rocked to every grind of his teeth. His nostrils flared as his lips curled in a terrifying snarl. His blackened gaze was locked on the side of my stomach, and whatever was there had killed the cheeky boy who’d teased me moments ago. What had happened to me? This was the first time that I was regretting going to my safe space, to my quiet retreat inside myself. I wished for the first time I’d remained conscious during my father’s episode. At least then I would have faced it all; I’d be cognizant of what they were all dumbstruck by.
