Dominico’s POV
It had been almost fifteen minutes since Nyx had retreated to the powder room, and I was still standing outside, glaring at Alaric. He avoided my gaze, acting as if everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Why the hell had he left during the dance? If he hadn’t, that damned Beta wouldn’t have stepped in.
What was taking her so long? Had the pain gotten worse? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Right before I decided to open the door and check on her, it swished open. Nyx stepped out, looking as beautiful as ever, but her face was pale—almost ghostly. My heart clenched at the sight.
“Does it still hurt? Are you okay?” I asked, frowning, trying to gauge her condition.
Nyx looked up at me, her eyes showing a rare vulnerability. "Can we go home?" she whi
