ANTALYA’S POV
When I finally blinked awake, my head felt heavy and my throat was dry. Strange shadows danced on the dark, expensive walls. This wasn’t my room at the academy. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest, heart drumming in my ears.
A chair scraped. I snapped my gaze to the figure sitting in the corner—Dominic. His eyes were ice-cold as he watched me.
“Sleep well, Antalya?” Dominic’s voice was smooth, lazy, but there was danger underneath. “Or should I call you my runaway bride?”
I scowled, wrapping the blanket tighter. “Where am I? What have you done?”
He stood, his tall frame blocking the only door. “You’re in my house, where you belong. I brought you here myself.” His eyes raked over me, making me feel bare, even though I was fully dressed.
“I don’t belong to you,” I
