(Dominic’s POV)
By the time I made it back to the guest wing, my blood was still simmering from that damn meeting. My fists itched for a fight that hadn’t come — yet.
But the second I rounded the corner, I knew the fight I’d been avoiding was already waiting for me.
Logan.
He was standing there, arms crossed, his face carved in stone but his eyes blazing. The second they met mine, I could feel the fury rolling off him like heat waves.
“Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.”
“Don’t you start with me,” Logan snapped, stepping forward. “You’re going to stand there and pretend everything’s fine? After last night? After that circus of a meeting just now?”
I clenched my jaw. “Back off, Logan. I’m not in the mood—”
“No. You don’t get to tell me to back off.” His voice cracked, rough
