Antalya's POV
The door slammed behind Dominic as he returned, dragging Raymond's unconscious form. His eyes were still pitch black, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. This wasn't the teasing, arrogant Alpha who let me stab him earlier. This was something far more dangerous.
"Let me make something crystal clear," he said, his voice low and lethal. "If you try to run away from me, if you even think about escaping, I will hunt down everyone you've ever cared about and kill them slowly. Starting with your ice hockey teammates."
"There he is," I said with a bitter laugh, though fear coursed through my veins. "The real Dominic. I was wondering when you'd drop the nice guy act."
"Nice guy?" He stepped closer, and I instinctively pressed back against the headboard.
