Masuk"It doesn't matter what he feels," I said quietly. "I don't—""You don't what? Don't feel anything?" His hand found my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes burned. "Tell me—if I offered you what he's offering—money, comfort—you'd say no?""You're not offering me anything except punishment."Something c
His other hand found the back of my chair. His face was too close."She's on my clock for now." Dominic's voice was quiet, but it cut through the table noise like a blade. "Sit down."The man blinked. "Your Majesty, I was just—""I said sit down." Dominic hadn't raised his voice. Hadn't needed to. H
Jasmine's POVThe summit ended with handshakes and agreements in principle. Elder Thornton caught my arm on the way out."Young lady." His grip was firm, his expression unreadable. "That was well done. I don't say that often.""Thank you, Elder.""Dominic's got a good eye." He released me. "Don't wa
Jasmine's POVThe next morning, Dominic's car pulled up outside my building at exactly eight.Not Marcus driving this time. Dominic himself, behind the wheel of a sleek black sedan. He didn't get out—just waited, engine idling.I slid into the passenger seat, clutching the briefing folder. The seatb
Jasmine's POVMy whole body went rigid.Dominic didn't move immediately. His thumb was still on my lip, his eyes still locked on mine. But something shifted in them—not guilt, not panic. Something closer to dark amusement."Scared?" he whispered. His breath was warm against my face."Let go of me."
Dominic's POVThree days into the Borderlands takeover, and Jasmine's face still wouldn't leave me alone.It surfaced at the worst moments—during briefings, between meetings, in the dead of night when I should have been reviewing reports. Her eyes when I'd dropped the money at her feet. The way she'







