Aurora's eyes gleamed with triumph as she raised her hand toward my face.
The comments went wild, a flood of dark text.
[Dominic's mad because Clara got attacked and still won't ask him for help! Clara, just say something—he'd tear this place apart for you!]
[Speak up, Clara! One word, and he'll cave!]
I met his icy stare. Seven years of explaining myself, and for what?
Crack!
The slap echoed through the air. Dominic's face froze for a moment before slipping back into that distant mask.
My cheek burned, but my heart was a frozen lake, untouched. I looked at him, voice steady. "We done here? That slap square us? Can I go?"
His throat bobbed, his knuckles white from clenching. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
I turned and walked away, each step firm.
Behind me, the comments we
