Selene’s POV
The car ride was quiet. Dominic hadn’t said much since he pulled me out of that restaurant. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale from the pressure. He was angry, but trying to stay calm.
He glanced at me once. “Are you going to tell me why you went to meet your father?” he asked, his voice controlled.
I didn’t respond. My arms were crossed over my chest, my gaze fixed on the passing city lights. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not with him. Not with anyone.
“Selene,” he said again, more firmly this time.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly.
“You almost walked into a setup,” he snapped. “You know that, right?”
“I would have handled it.”
“Handled it? There?.” He asked, a ridiculous look on his face.
That made me look at h
