JESSICA' S POV
The anger buzzed through me like a constant hum. I didn't want to think about them. About Sebastian's calm talk of "potential," Cassian's cold word "weapon," or the terrifying image of Julian's face when he looked at my wolf. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make the feeling go away when a soft knock came at my door.
I didn't answer.
It opened anyway. Dominic stood there, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He looked... serious, but not angry. He was the only one who hadn't called me a monster.
"Hey," he said quietly.
I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. "What do you want?"
"To talk. Can I come in?"
He was the only one I could stand to see right now. I gave a small nod.
He closed the door softly and leaned against the wall, arms crosse
