ANTALYA'S POV
"Never," I whispered.
Dominic's smile was sharp enough to cut glass. "We'll see about that, my beautiful little runaway. We'll see about that."
This can't be happening. The man I was supposed to marry... it's him. The monster everyone fears.
The shock hit me like a physical blow, making my knees weak and my vision blur. All this time, I'd been running from an arranged marriage to some faceless stranger, never realizing that the predator hunting me was my actual intended husband.
Dominic Blackwood. I was supposed to marry Dominic Blackwood.
"You look pale, little wolf," Dominic murmured, his thumb stroking across my cheek with mock tenderness. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about our reunion."
Second thoughts? I'm having a complete mental breakdown.
"You'
