Chapter 17

OLIVIA'S POV

A soft, warm touch brushed against my forehead.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The sensation was unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality I had been living in.

My eyelids fluttered open, and through my hazy vision, I saw him.

Dominic.

He was leaning over me, his ...

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