Callie’s POV
“Don’t touch her.”
The words didn’t come loud. They didn’t need to.
They cut through the room with frightening precision, sharp enough to still every movement like a blade pressed against skin.
Mara froze mid-motion, her hand still raised. Her fingers were curled as if she hadn’t yet decided whether to strike or grab.
Jenna stopped short beside me, breath hitching audibly. Even the house itself seemed to go quiet, like it was holding its breath.
I didn’t turn. I didn’t have to. I felt him behind me before I saw him. His presence wasn’t loud or aggressive, it was firm and immovable. Like a wall had been placed between me and everything else.
“Dominic,” Mara said, her voice shifting instantly.
It became smoother and careful. “This isn’t…”
“Step away from her.”
Still
