CHAPTER 83
CLARA’S POV
“So, you think I will just let you walk away?” Maxwell demanded, his fists clenched tightly and a questioning look on his furious face, “you just love a dramatic entrance, Dominic. Don’t you?”
I could see that red, blaring rage in his eyes again. The way his knuckles grew white with the veins that were pulsating on the back of his palms. He was taking heavy breaths, his broad chest rising and falling, clearly showing no signs of backing off.
Dominic had his arms wrapped around me now and despite the threat of Maxwell’s rage, I felt oddly at ease. My palm was on his chest, I could feel the steady beating of his heart. He wasn’t anxious, he wasn’t scared, his heartbeat was absolutely normal. Dominic had a stoic expression on his face, but it softened when he looked
