I stormed away from the hallway, my entire body shaking. Jealousy is poison—hot, wicked, impossible to scrub from your veins. It made no sense, but it was there, burning hotter with every step I took.
Dominic’s voice echoed behind me, heavy boots pounding the floor. “Antalya! Stop right there. Don’t you dare walk away from me!”
I spun around, nearly stumbling. “Why should I stop? Why should I ever listen to you again?” My voice was sharper than I intended, raw with something ugly.
He grabbed my wrist, spinning me to face him, his grip like iron. “Why are you acting like this? What did you see?”
I tore my arm from his grasp. “I saw enough. I saw what you and Lacie really do when I’m not around. You made yourself very clear.”
He shook his head, his jaw flexing. “You didn’t see anything
