H A I L E Y
I stood by the windows, lost in my thoughts when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.
Dominic’s scent enveloped me, immediately calming down my nerves a bit.
"You're thinking too hard," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I would have asked what you are thinking about, but I think I already have an idea."
I leaned back against him, my body relaxing into his embrace. "I'm always thinking too hard."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through my chest. "True. So, do you wanna tell me about it?"
I sighed, my gaze fixed on the window. "It’s Emily. I can't get her out of my head. Something about this entire situation is off."
"Off how?" he asked, his tone curious.
"She is a Petrov," I said, my mind racing. "She was raised to be a weapon. She was
