Tanya’s voice cut through the silence because of course she was the first to speak.
She never waited. Never watched. Never held her tongue when there was blood in the water.
Her heels clicked against the floor as she stepped forward, her robe still half-open from straddling Matteo moments earlier. Her eyes glittered, full of disbelief and something darker, something sharp enough to cut.
“You have any idea what you’ve done?” she hissed, her voice laced with poison, mouth curled in disgust as her gaze landed on Dominic like a slap.
“She’s not just missing, Dominic. She was a f*****g legacy. A name meant for journals, for headlines, for medical history. She should’ve been speaking at international conferences, not getting f****d in your bed like some glorified house pet.”
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