FLYNN'S POV
"Dominic."
He didn't slow down. He only said my name back like a confirmation of something he'd already expected.
"Flynn."
I caught up in three steps and moved in front of him. Forced the stop. We were thirty feet from the main gallery, the sound of the celebration still audible behind us, the low sound coming through the wall like something from a different world.
I kept my voice down.
"Did you tell her? Does she know?"
He looked at me with that silly composed expression he'd brought to every interaction we'd ever had. Controlled, unhurried.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you tell her what you did. How you found her, how you thought to use her?" I held his eyes. "You've had months, Dominic. And now you put a ring on her finger tonight. I need to know if she said yes knowing the fu
