Avery didn't back down. Instead, she placed a flat palm against his chest.
"In what exact capacity do you think you are interrogating me right now? As my patient? Or... my employer?"
His pupils contracted. His fingers clamped tighter against the wooden cabinet door beside her ear.
"In this city," he growled, his gaze trapping her, "there isn't a person I can't keep, or a record I can't erase, if I so choose."
"Does that include me?" She gave him a firm push. "If you intend to destroy your own treatment, to destroy me, over some man asking questions-then by all means, be my guest."
Dominic stared down at her. Letting out a low, dark chuckle, he released his grip on her jaw and took a step back.
"Don't play games with me, Avery. Three months. Fulfill your end of the protocol." His voic
