Chapter 23
- •DOMINIC•
- A flood of evidential photographs rained on my face from a gruff hand, forcing me to sharply tilt my face to the side. "You've grown so soft it insults my bloodline," Teodoro accused venomously, his angry eyes undoubtedly burning holes through my guilty conscience.
- I remained calm and composed, shrugging some clinging pieces off my shoulders as I dragged the chair backwards to take a seat.