Dominick lowered himself onto the chair beside the hospital bed, the doctor having finished examining the injured woman.
"Who are you?" He then offered his name, his voice softened by the woman's palpable terror. "I'm Dominick Sinclair."
"Sinclair?" The woman turned her head slightly on the pillow, the name sparking a flicker of fear and recognition in her eyes.
"Yes, you guessed it right," Dominick confirmed gently, the authority in his tone tempered with reassurance. "You can tell me everything. I'll help you. I promise to keep you safe."
Earlier, some seniormost Sentinels had come, asking Dominick to leave as they would take her statement, but the Prince refused. After witnessing the evident corruption and the depth of the wrongfulness at the club, Dominick was determined to handle this sensitive matter himself.
"I am Jeniva Moore," the woman finally replied, her voice shaky but clear.
