Page 119 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Chapter Thirty-Two

Vast, OneWorld

As jails went, Madeline and Dom were in a great one while they awaited the trial. At least she assumed so, never having been in the slammer before.

Their room in the OneCreator’s Sanctuary Keep was a luxury suite with a sitting area, kitchenette, bedroom, and well-stocked bathroom. Their clothes were in the closet. The only snag was they couldn’t leave, not even if they tried. Dom said his abilities were muted. She wasn’t certain about hers and sure in hell didn’t plan to test them.

Madeline was okay since the place was loaded with books, but Dom struggled with being locked in. He needed flight, a gym, a Scourge to chase, or somebody to extinct. He needed action—his words, not hers.

A knock on the door.

Dom stormed to it and yanked it open. “Great. Bright Boy. That’s all we need.”

She latched onto Dom’s elbow before he imprinted a fist on Michael’s face.

The white-winged warrior shoved inside. “I’m here on OC business.”

“Even better,” said Dom. “Don’t bother to sit. You won’t be here long.”

Madeline hip bumped Dom aside. “Nonsense. You’re Michael?”

He stuck out a hand. “Yes. Nice to meet you, Madeline. I must say life is a bit more exciting in Angor and Vast since your arrival.”

“I’d rather not have stirred up so much interest. Take a seat.” She pointed to a chair, relaxing on the sofa herself. She patted the cushion for Dom.

Growling, he joined her. “Make it fast, Michael.”

The very gorgeous, very tall man brushed white-blond hair away from his face, an inner light shining through his eyes. She knew he and Dom had a past, but he acted trustworthy.

Michael crossed an ankle over his opposite knee. “You’re not gonna like this, Dom. But it is what it is. When the OC says fly, we ask how high.”

“Get on with it.”

“I’m your defense counselor.”

“Holy Angor. No.” Dom jacked to his feet, nearly upsetting the coffee table.

Madeline stroked a hand along the back of his thigh to calm him. “What does that mean for us?”

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