Alpha Dax’s POV
She stumbled the second we reached the villa, and I caught her before she hit the marble floor.
“Careful,” I growled, slamming the door shut behind us. My hand tightened around her arm as I dragged her to the sofa. “Clumsy woman. You could’ve sliced your hand open back there.”
Her cheeks were still flushed from the disaster at the restaurant. She shook me off, sitting stiffly, her chin high like she was daring me to try again.
“If you think I ruined your precious show, you’re welcome to go back,” she snapped. “I don’t need you here. I can manage perfectly fine on my own.”
My jaw clenched. She had no idea what she was saying. No idea what it did to me when she threw those walls up, pretending she didn’t need me.
In two steps, I was in front of her. I pres
