Elena's POV
Dominic's face was as dark as a thundercloud, his eyes burning with pure humiliation and rage.
"That's twice now! You splashed me again? First it was ice water, now it's red wine!" he growled. "You've got a death wish, don't you? If it weren't for Zander, I'd tear you apart right here!"
Right then, his phone started buzzing like crazy.
"Dominic... I don't feel good... can you come talk to me? I need you..."
Even through the phone, I could practically smell Selene's cloying, sweet pheromones.
Dominic glared at me one last time, looked at his ruined shirt, and hesitated for a split second.
"I'm on my way."
"Selene needs me, so I have to go," he barked at me. "And as for the fact that you 'touched' me today? Don't you dare tell a soul!"
I watched him practically run away,
