POV: Olivia

I heard him accusing me falsely and The words exploded out of me like a dam breaking.

“How dare you accuse me of having fun when my life is being threatened? Who the hell enjoys being stalked and threatened every day?”

Dominic’s eyes narrowed, that icy blue stare pinning me like a butterfly to a board. He sat up fully now, the sheets pooling around his waist, his bare chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of his shower gel, crisp cedar and something metallic, like gunpowder lingering on his skin.

“Oh, please, Liv, spare me the...