Dominic did not explode with rage as Avery had expected.
He clamped his hand around her wrist with a force she couldn't break, his expression a mask of stone. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her temple.
"Come with me."
Avery was hauled through the crowd. Victor shouted something behind them, but the words were lost to her. Dominic's stride was relentless; she stumbled, nearly tripping as she stepped on the hem of her gown. His grip tightened, but he didn't slow down.
He pulled her into a semi-open terrace lounge. Separated from the main ballroom by only a single folding screen, the room was still haunted by the faint echoes of laughter and jazz.
He slammed her phone face-down onto the marble counter. Bracing his other hand against the flower stand behind her, he lunged forwa
