Alarick stood by his side, nudged his fist with his nose, uninterested in anything around him.
Dominic’s gaze never left me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. The seconds ticked by slowly. It felt like time itself had become sluggish, stretching out every moment until I thought I'd lose my patience. But his anger was undeniable, palpable.
He had been standing by the window all this while. From there, he could have seen everything. The playful whispers, the teasing giggle I’d shared with Hammer—the promise I’d made him playfully, all the little touches that must have looked like something more. To Dominic, it probably seemed like a flirtation, a breach of some sort of unwritten boundary.
I had no intention of hurting him, but there was no denying that my interactions with Hamme
