Sophia slammed the door to Christoph’s suite so hard that the frame trembled.
Then, in the hallway, she let out a full-bodied, diaphragm-supported scream that echoed through the polished floors like the wail of a banshee who had just failed her thesis defense.
Several guests, all wealthy, elegant, and deeply confused, turned to stare.
Dominic reacted instantly.
“Sorry, sorry, she’s fine, emotional support moment, Mercury in retrograde,” he told them, smiling apologetically as he grabbed Sophia by the wrist and dragged her away like she was an unruly toddler about to lick an electrical socket.
“Sophia, breathe!” he hissed.
“I WILL BREATHE WHEN THAT MAN IS DEPORTED BACK TO WHATEVER ICE KINGDOM HE CRAWLED OUT OF!” she shrieked.
“Okay,” Dominic said soothingly. “Let’s scream inside our
