ANTALYA’S POV
I was yanked to the cold floor, my arms pinned behind my back. The guards were stronger, but I was angrier. All I could think about was Dominic—the monster who took everything from me. As the guards held me down, I twisted, biting back a scream.
One of them barked, “Stop moving, or I’ll break your wrist.”
I just laughed, a wild, bitter sound. “Go ahead. I’ve had worse.”
He glared, but before he could say anything else, the knife in my grip flashed. I’d smeared what was left of the wolfsbane onto the blade, desperate to hit Dominic, but the guard grabbed it instead. His eyes widened. He gasped, staggering back, clutching his chest.
“Poison!” someone shrieked. The other guards panicked, dropping me like I was diseased.
I sat up, watching the poisoned man collapse, convuls
