(Juliette's POV)
Through the door, I could hear Dominic's patience running out.
"Juliette." His voice dropped lower. "Open the door. Now."
Then Bianca's voice, soft and dripping with suggestion. "She's been quiet in there for a long time. I'm starting to worry. What if something happened to her?"
A beat of silence.
Then a sharp metallic sound - Dominic yanking something free.
I knew that sound. A hairpin. Bianca's hairpin.
I pressed myself deeper into the corner of the sofa, pulled my knees up, and let the tears come. They weren't hard to find. They'd been sitting behind my eyes for the last twenty minutes.
The lock gave. The door swung open.
Dominic stepped in first. His eyes swept the room and landed on me - curled on the sofa, eyes red, face wet.
Something moved across his fac
