ANTALYA'S POV
Standing above me, his dark hair perfectly styled and his cold eyes studying me with predatory interest, was Dominic Blackwood.
He found me. Oh God, he actually found me.
My entire body went rigid with terror. Every muscle locked up, every nerve screaming at me to run, but I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe.
"Well, well," Dominic said, his lips curving into a smile that made my skin crawl. "What do we have here?"
Move. Move! You have to move!
But I just sat there on the floor like a deer caught in headlights, staring up at the man who'd haunted my nightmares for weeks.
Dominic's nostrils flared slightly, and he tilted his head like a wolf catching a scent. The movement was subtle, but there was something intensely predatory about it that made my stomach clench wi
