Dominics Pov
I sat rigidly in the leather chair, my arms folded across my chest, staring at the wall behind my lawyer’s head. The room felt like a cage and the air smelled faintly of dust, and the buzzing of red bulb shining right into my skull like a constant reminder that I didn’t belong here.
He had been talking for the past ten minutes, circling the same points over and over, and I knew where he was going before he even said it.
“You have to accept this deal, Dominic,” he said, his voice clipped but calm. “If you don’t, you will spend the rest of your life in prison. I don’t say this to scare you, I say it because it’s fact.”
My jaw clenched. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, glaring at him. “No. I am not pleading for them ro readdress. I didn’t kill Elia. I won’t st
