Leila's POV

　　"Follow me," Dominic ordered in a voice low and cold as the Antarctica snow, shoving his chair backward from the dining table. I'd barely wrapped my head around the steel in his eyes when he was already striding to the door.

　　I wanted to stand, but there was Luca's hand on my arm that restrained me.

　　"Don't go in there, Leila," he warned, "You don't have to do this alone."

　　But Dominic had already reached the door, spinning on ...