The dominance did not stay inside the house.

Marcus made that clear on Thursday afternoon when he told Elena to get in the car.

Victoria was still at the hotel. Rosa was not due until Saturday. The house had been theirs for days, locked doors and intensified claiming and the absolute failure of every attempt to end it sitting in the rooms like new furniture. Elena had spent the morning on her back in the master bed with her wrists pinned and the lower marks aching under his hand while he told her he decided when she took it and when she kept it in. The thick heat of the...