Amelia’s POV
“I can't believe him!” Eric yells, barging into the living room the minute Dominic is being led out the front door by the security men of the mansion.
The silence after Dominic storms out feels heavier than his shouting from earlier ever did. My ear, annoyingly, still rings with the echo of his voice, my heart slamming against my ribs at the thoughts of Dominic’s words from earlier.
Every word claws its way into my chest.
The minute Eric walks in, he balls his fist at his sides pacing like he’s pissed at what had happened a couple of minutes ago.
I place a hand over my temple, with my eyes shut trying not to let it all get to me.
“The audacity of that bastard to come here—-yelling, demanding—like you owe him anything.”
“All he ever does is make things worse, I just do
