“Dominic, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He drawls, making it clear that my visit is anything but pleasurable.
I push past him, knocking into his shoulder and forcing him back from the doorway as I go. “Were you involved?” I demand, my voice little more than a growl, “Did you know what he was planning?”
Roger blinks, “what are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Roger.” I scowl, “I know you’ve been working with the Prince.”
He offers me a humorless laugh. “You’re being paranoid, Dom.“
“Bull,” I snap, “You expect me to believe you just happened to turn up in the same back alley where Ella was being attacked in the middle of the night by coincidence? Or that the Prince mysteriously discovered I haven’t claimed Ella when you’re the only person who has that information?”
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