I wanted to scream as Dominic’s hand rested on my lower back all through the event, branding me in front of every important person in the room. The whispers cut like knives. Everyone looked at me like I was a trophy. I wasn’t. I was a prisoner. And worst of all, everyone saw me as his.
He threatened me with my parents’ burial place, and now I had no choice but to play Luna for the night. I didn’t want to be associated with the man who destroyed my life, the man who ruined my family. Every smile I faked, every hand I shook, I just imagined what it would feel like to plunge a dagger into his heart.
As he led me through the crowded room, I leaned in and whispered, my voice tight, “You really love making a show, don’t you?”
Dominic smirked, leaning down, breath hot on my neck. “You make a b
