A Promise and a Scar.
The gleam in Dominic’s eye was unmistakable—mischief, curiosity, swirling together as he spoke.
“Really, you want to bet on that? What would be the stakes?”
I blinked, momentarily stunned. A bet? That wasn’t what I had meant. I’d been speaking figuratively, not literally. “Surely you already know what the Origins say?” I asked, unsure if he was teasing or genuinely uninformed.
He shrugged with an air of nonchalance. “No. I studied the law instead.”
That seemed odd, incomplete somehow. His answer sparked a determination within me. If this bet would force him to see the truth, then so be it. “Fine,” I declared, lifting my chin slightly. “If I win and the Origins don’t condone treating women in such a manner, then you must… must…” My mind raced to think of somet
