Dominic paced the small, dimly lit room, his fury palpable. The pain from his wounds only seemed to fuel his anger.

The doctor continued wrapping his torso in bandages, though his hands trembled from fear of Dominic’s volatile mood.

“You need to sit still,” the doctor said cautiously.

“Shut up and finish,” Dominic barked, his voice a low growl.

“I have no time for your whining.”

Just then, the creak of a door echoed, and Mara stepped into the room.

Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks glistening with fresh tears. She stood in the corner, her hands wringing nervously as she watched her brother with growing concern.

“You...