Chapter 199

I keep my eyes on Dom, forcing myself not to let the anger boil over too soon. I see the hesitation in his eyes, the way he shifts in his chair, trying to calculate just how much of this evening he can salvage.

But I’m not giving him an inch.

“What’s in the article?” I ask.

Dom sighs, running a hand through his hair, but his eyes refuse to meet mine. He’s doing that thing—holding back, hesitating,