Nyxia’s POV
At first, I thought the idea of Dominico killing me would scare me. But as I stood there, staring into his cold, accusing eyes, I realized something else entirely. Anger bubbled inside me—burning, raw anger. Not fear. Not dread. Just pure, unrelenting rage. How could he not believe me? How could he stand there and look at me like that, after everything?
But underneath the anger was something else. Sadness. It wasn’t even his fault. Not completely. He had every reason to suspect me after what I had done. I had kissed his brother, for crying out loud. If that wasn’t clear proof of infidelity, then what was?
I could feel my throat tighten as I tried to find the words, tried to explain what even I couldn’t understand. “Dominico... I didn’t... I don’t know what’s happening to me,
