I stormed away from the hallway, my entire body shaking. Jealousy is poisonhot, wicked, impossible to scrub from your veins. It made no sense, but it was there, burning hotter with every step I took.

Dominics voice echoed behind me, heavy boots pounding the floor. Antalya! Stop right there. Dont you dare walk away from me!

I spun around, nearly stumbling. Why should I stop? Why should I ever listen to you again? My voice was sharper than I intended, raw with something ...