Nyxia's POV
It had been a while since Dominico left, and I lay on the cold, hard ground, utterly frustrated. My mind spun in circles, replaying everything over and over.
How many times had I been f****d over by other people? How many times had I let myself fall into traps that I should’ve seen coming?
Why must I be so stupid?
Wasn’t this enough? How could I still be so dumb as to trust people—Dominico of all people?
The man who’d now made it clear, with every word, that he would hurt me if I didn’t give him what he wanted.
The threat in his voice was unmistakable. If I didn’t give him a cure for Alaric, he was going to torture me. What was I supposed to do when I didn’t have one?
I clenched my fists, anger and fear burning through me.
Enough. I had decided to give this marriage
