Chapter 90

• DOMINIC
• I still couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her—my wife, Faith—there, safe and home. For a stunned, long moment, I didn't stir, wondering if my mind was tricking me, but then she stepped forward, and without further hesitation, I folded her into my arms. There in that hug, I didn't mind whether it was real or crazed fantasy; she threw arms around me, the crying indistinct against my shoulder,and for one brief heartbeat, I let the warmth and relief wash over me.
• That comfort, however, was brutally short-lived. In an instant, Alex intervened, abruptly peeling her away with a rough grip that sent a shock of anger surging through me. “How are you here, and where’s Raina?” he snarled, his anger so intense it sent me almost boiling. I felt my anger flare at the way he grabbed her—as if my own wife were his possession—and I growled, "Back off, Alex. She's my wife, and I will not have you disrespecting her like some prize to possess."