Liana's POV
I hadn't even noticed I'd turned the car on.
I was staring at Rainer's words still, my body language shaking—Dominic unleashing all his power as a whirlwind storm that claims legal custody—when I was gripping the steering wheel with everything I had in a deserted restaurant parking lot, tensed to the extreme. My mind was racing in my ears, muffling the world out.
I gazed down at my fists on the steering wheel—white knuckles, shaking fingers. I breathed deep and concealed my face in my hands.
> Dominic wants to settle. No court filing. A meeting tomorrow morning. Neutral ground.
My heart squeezed like a vice. The whole sound of the word—settle—was an offer concealed as a threat.
The engine growled as I backed out of the parking space, streetlights and signs whizzing by
