Chapter 15: The Aftermath

True to Eurus’s word, Dominik wakes up around 10 minutes later. His eyes flutter open and roam around the room, trying to understand what happened. He sits up, pressing a hand to the side of his head, and then looks over at me.

“What happened?” he asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” I answer. I try to look him in the eyes, but the memory of glowing fury comes back to me. I look down at my hands instead. “We should go home.”

He continues to look around the room, gathering information. Finally, when he starts to remember where he is, I can see that same anger growing. His face wrinkles, his hands ball up, his eyes begin to flash like fire.

“Where is that little—” he starts.

I place a hand on his arm, grabbing his attention. “I’m tired. Please, can we go home?”

His body stiffens and then relaxes. He reaches a hand out and gently touches my hair, running his fingers through it. “So be it,” he whispers.