Dominic's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me steady as the dizziness slowly faded. His face was so close to mine that I could see the worry lines creasing his forehead. The concern in his dark eyes looked genuine, but I refused to believe it. This was the same man who had killed my parents without mercy.
"I didn't do anything to you," he said softly, his voice careful and measured. "You're just tired from everything that happened yesterday."
I pushed against his chest, trying to free myself from his grip. My legs still felt wobbly, but I was determined not to show any more weakness in front of him.
"Liar," I spat, finally managing to step away from him. "I would rather trust a goat than believe anything that comes out of your mouth."
A small smile tugged at the corner of his
