The man's finger was on the trigger, ready to end Dominic's life. I stood there, my hand behind my back, feeling the cold metal of the dagger I'd grabbed from the broken vase earlier when I was throwing things at Dominic. My fingers wrapped around the handle.
I know how this will end. Dominic would never let us walk out of here freely. Even if this man kills him, his pack would hunt us down. We'd never make it past the gates.
The stranger was still talking, his voice getting louder, more aggressive. "You think you're so powerful, so untouchable. But today, you die like the dog you are!"
"Then do it," Dominic said calmly, his eyes still on mine. "Stop talking and pull the trigger."
No, that's not how this plays out. I need Dominic alive. Not because I care about him, but because he's my
