LEILA'S POV ~"Stay here," Dominick whispered, the urgency in his voice palpable. He placed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, and I obediently held still. My heart thundered in my chest.Slowly, he rose from my bed, his steps deliberate and cautious as he crossed the room to the door. He paused, his hand hovering over the handle, and turned back to me."No matter what happens down there," he said, his voice thin and urgent, "you don't open this door, Leila. I'm serious." His gaze bore into mine, demanding my understanding.I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. My head swam with panic, my heart racing. I nodded vigorously, my eyes wide and full of fear.Dominick's eyes held mine for a moment longer before he turned back to the door. With a creak, he eased it closed, plunging the room into silence. I hugged myself, pulling my legs to my chest as several dreadful thoughts ran through my dizzy head. What was going on down there? Had my father come for me? Was he alive? Had
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