Dominic's POV

　　And there I was at Leila's door, tightening my fists again on my sides. Mia's words kept firing off in my head like a cerebral grenade: sharp and acerbic with the payload of a sickly poison dart. I could hardly wrap my wits around what the hell I was listening to. What kind of girl did I know all along? How could someone who called herself her friend ever feel this sick? My mind blushed with fury, but I somehow had to keep my head cool. There were questions ...