Dominic’s PoV
I left her room and didn't stop walking until I reached the training grounds.
The night air was cold. The kind of cold that cuts through skin and reminds you that you're still alive.
I wasn't sure I wanted to be.
What had I almost done? What was I becoming?
I'd held her face in my hands. I'd been seconds away from kissing her. From claiming her in a way that would announce to the entire mountain that I didn't care my father's murderer had fathered her.
My father.
I forced myself to remember his face. Forced myself to remember the day they'd brought back his body. Forced myself to remember the rage I'd felt standing over his grave.
That rage was supposed to be sacred. That rage was supposed to keep me from ever being weak enough to fall for someone like her.
And it wa
