"Ask her at some point, and read her thoughts," I said, my voice calm but firm. "She won't be likely to tell you the truth if it was on your father's command."
Dominic studied my face, his gaze lingering as if memorizing every line. His hand brushed my cheek in a touch so soft it could have been a whisper.
"What would I do without you?" he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and vulnerability. His words tugged at my heart, but before the emotion could fully settle, he shook his head, as if trying to banish the thought entirely. "No. I never want to find out."
"Hopefully, you won't have to," I whispered. Yet, somehow, he caught them.
"I'll do everything in my power not to," he growled, the sound low and soothing. His eyes moved downward, stopping at my left shoulder.
I followed
