Sandy's POV
The agony consumed every fiber of my being, turning the world into a blur of white-hot torture. Nothing existed beyond this suffocating torment until a thunderous crash shattered through my haze.
My consciousness snapped back into my body like a rubber band released at full stretch.
Through tear-soaked lashes, I witnessed Dominic sprawled across the kitchen floor, blood streaming from his nose. Above him stood a figure radiating pure violence.
I gasped and pressed both hands to my chest, fighting to stay conscious as waves of excruciating pain threatened to drag me under. The witch's warning echoed in my skull - defying the contract meant death through unbearable suffering. I hadn't imagined it would feel like my soul was being shredded from the inside out.
Blinking hard, I focused on the man towering over Dominic. Those distinctive crimson veins threading across his cheekbones made my heart skip despite the agony.
