ANTALYA'S POV
Raymond was wrong. There are no rules when it comes to Dominic Blackwood.
"You're lying," I said through the door, though my voice trembled with uncertainty. "You wouldn't kill your own brother."
Dominic's laughter was cold and sharp, like broken glass. "Oh, my sweet, naive little wolf. You really don't understand the kind of family you're marrying into, do you?"
Marrying into. Not if I have anything to say about it.
"I'm not marrying anyone," I said, forcing strength into my voice. "Especially not you."
"We'll see about that," Dominic replied smoothly. "But first, let's address this little fantasy you have about Raymond protecting you."
He's trying to get into my head. I won't let him.
"It's not a fantasy," I said defiantly. "Raymond cares about me."
"Raymond cares
