Amara's POV
I slammed Dominic against the sink, my hand wrapped around his throat. His injured hands left him with barely any chance to fight back.
But Dominic stayed calm, his voice steady. "That night... it really was you."
I'd infiltrated the sanitarium to eliminate him, leaving no trail behind when I finished.
Dominic was working on pure intuition. Nso that his hunch had been confirmed, excitement replaced any fear he might have felt.
"Your grip's impressive," Dominic said. "Never knew a Exorcist could throw down like this..."
I let out a dismissive sound. "And you? Sky Talons?"
The words slipped out before I could stop them—pure speculation on my part. Usually, I kept my mouth shut unless I was completely certain.
Maybe being around Dominic was affecting me. I was starting to blurt out thoughts the way he did.
Whatever crossed my mind seemed to find its way to my lips.
Dominic played dumb. "What's the Sky Talons?"
