(Juliette's POV)
The tears came without warning.
I didn't feel them building. One second I was holding myself together, and the next they were just there, spilling down my face before I could stop them.
"Let go of me," I said again, but my voice broke on the last word.
I pulled at his arm, shoved at his chest. "Let go. I don't want to look at you right now. I can't look at you."
Dominic's jaw tightened. His eyes moved over my face, and something in his expression hardened into something ugly. He made a sound - short, cold, like a laugh that had no humor in it - and his grip on my arm went tighter.
Then he pushed me back against the wall.
The edge caught my spine and the pain shot straight up my back. I gasped. He pressed in close, and I stopped moving entirely.
I just looked at him
